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Still (II)
by Alison McKenzieStill you are in my heart;
Still you flow through my veins -
I am drunk with the confusion
Of you running through me.
Still I visit you in dreamtime;
Still you are the first thought
As my eyes flutter open,
My arms reaching for
The phantom you.
I'm an amputee
With that periodic throb
That cannot be quenched.
Still I catch myself
Looking toward the fade
Of what was to be
All our tomorrows.
Farther and farther away
I dance into life without you,
A solo hike.
Still my heart is
Naught for another.
Still
The sun shines bright
Into my rosey cheeks.
Still
There is joy in every day.
Still
The quiet wind caresses
Even the likes of me. 07/23/2009 Author's Note: I am currently: Still..........
Listening to: Willows Whisper
Posted on 07/23/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/23/09 at 12:47 PM lovely ears to be turned to the whispers, Alison. Keep listening! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/26/09 at 12:20 PM yours is a lovely poem reminiscent of a song I heard years ago, titled, The End Of The World, by Skeeter Davis. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/26/09 at 08:12 PM I hear the sighs of acceptance and the tide of regrets washing out to sea, replaced by the sweet joy of being in the eternal now, listening so the rest of us can hear. Lovely, indeed, Alison. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 07/27/09 at 01:27 PM Beautiful, heart-renching almost. I love the sound of williows whispering too. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/27/09 at 02:46 PM Wonderfully expressed. Regret yet or still there is life to be enjoyed! A sense of loss overcome by sensing the beauty of ones surroundings. |
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