
Flocculent clouds stain the bright morning sky
a beautiful blemish, of imperfect shapes
perfecting a flawless canvas
The sun shines bright upon him
but melancholy nestles deep where no light can penetrate
As he is reminded of the blotches she spluttered upon his picture-perfect life
Her skirmish of salacious transgressions
All those late night calls
and visits unannounced
The sensual surprises
and unexpected mornings of ecstasy
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The sun rolls-on with every hour
Illuminating all the little things that inflame her memory-
The pink flowered hydrangea in its ornate gray and blue vase
His two favorite colors.
The placement of her furniture
conscripted into his picture-perfect ideals
Hints of him everywhere.
All the order he’d brought into her disordered life-
The scheduled weekends
engulfed in his methodic caress
His sure fingers writhing her to peaks of pleasure unexplored
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
They gaze at similar stars but stand continents apart
trapped by that cruel fortune bound to befall true love
She sees him each day
In that sculpture he placed in the corner
or the painting he hang by her side
but the days tick on with no end in sight
He feels her each night
In the void left by her
In the absence of surprise
and the weariness of routine
They long for each other
Kept apart
A pandemic in between
So touching. Story of lost love.
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Alas, I just thought about those who can’t travel back to loved ones
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Well written.
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Thank you Sadje
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🙏
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Oh such a tragic ballad …this pandemic has made so many hearts broken…i too is one
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Oh no, that must be awful
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Sweet as ever, and a perfect description of clouds.
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Thank you so much Bp, the clouds really got me thinking
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And creating more beauty!
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Aww shucks, thank you
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You are welcome
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Si nice poetry friend, the sun and the blue sky picture is also very attractive🙏👍👏👌. Keep it up
💖💐🌹🎉
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Thank you so much, glad to have you share some thoughts with me🙏🏾
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Anytime, stay safe
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You too, stay safe, I read your blog as well btw
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Yeah, I know, thanks for your support
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It’s coming between both people and dreams…(K)
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Yes, sadly it is
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Splendid my dear balladeer .
“The pink flowered hydrangea in its ornate gray and blue vase
His two favorite colors.
The placement of her furniture
conscripted into his picture-perfect ideals
Hints of him everywhere.
Out of this world!
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Thank you so much Gabriella. I’m sorry about the unorthodox graduations
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My pleasure. Thank you for your kindness. In a way your beautiful words brought me plenty of healing. You are a wonderful writer Jude.
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Thank you Gabriella. 🌷💛
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💕💐
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I read about a family that made a Hug glove:
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/good-news/everyone-needs-a-hug-glove/vi-BB142ubZ
Would only work though if you could get close enough…
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Yeah I agree. Very interesting though
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