prose poetry – Page 73 – insight07's blog

Passing day

I want to excel in the art

Of unknowing this ache.

With each passing day,

I breathe a little easy

As I release this pain

Within.

~insight07

Blue smoke

Pale blue smoke

Cold winter lights,

A laugh two laugh four laughs;

Warm black night.

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~insight07

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The cold breathes between my fingers,
Its pulse thrums against mine.
Leaves hang from trees,
Dead, grey, unmoving.
Crowds move in all directions;
Living ghosts that walk with me.
Unknown gazes chase me
As I walk on known roads
Towards an end that is
Uncertain, daunting, unfamiliar.
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~insight07

Is it?

I have let you live in me
More than I should have
Your whispers are my lullaby
Your kisses, my poison
How can I feel your touch,
When we have never touched.
You linger in me, my dreams
My waking reality makes me ache
But it is a pain I’ve come to know
To love, is this love?

~insight07