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Lacuna
by V. Blakewashed clean of our intentions--
layered thinly beneath the tide
and time--only to know a dark
that stillness will not obscure.
these eyes seek wide through a pinhole
for a means to be reclaimed
but find wanting instead--
nevertheless:
in a moment, or a space,
we are swept into corners
with the dust soon to settle
upon our very stirring,
with no reckoning to mark our pass
nor legend upon our map.
from the ashes of the bygone
we stretched far our hands
and were not received;
like angels of the emptiness
that came before and follows. 05/22/2018 Author's Note: Don't worry about it.
Posted on 05/22/2018
Copyright © 2025 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/18 at 03:39 AM Beautiful poetry V. Has a haunting archaic tone, with just the right amount of forebode to get deep under the reader's skin. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/23/18 at 04:45 PM Nothing to worry about here, nice write, |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 11/07/18 at 01:15 AM i always worry about it, about everything. Sir Blake forever the best. <3 |
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