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Tentacles from the deep

by Keith D Allison

I awoke this morning
Rested, yet
the journey, the journey
lay peacefully on the mind
 
So long, so long ago
you touch my soul
you took my heart
a half century ago
 
as I stumble
yes I stumble, through the cold
to make the coffee, to wake the life, I know
as I look out the window I watched the falling snow
 
yet baby, I don't sing the blues
I remember
yes I do
yes the doom, did not fill the world
 
just your warmth…
still lingers, upon my lips
I still feel that burning
that burning for you

11/30/2008

Posted on 11/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Olivia Martin on 12/01/08 at 12:46 AM

Wow! Wonderfully written, Keith. I know this feeling far too well; I'm definitely marking this as one of my favorites. Amazing job, please keep up the poison pen my fellow poet!

Posted by Anita Mac on 12/01/08 at 04:19 AM

Beautiful. It feels like a sad sigh. To me, anyway. Well done!

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/01/08 at 06:40 PM

The title sums this one up beautifully. Well said, and fantastic writing.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/02/08 at 03:15 AM

Nice, nice, write, Keith...it is so well centered. And very sincere. Excellent. Thanks.

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