Love drowned

The bones of this one were formed as I drifted off to sleep last night. Maybe not a good time to try writing poetry.

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When the sun goes down,

I frown,

when the shadows creep,

I weep.

By the pale moonlight

I write

my last words to you,

they flew.

Nothing left to say—

I stay,

when you say goodbye,

I cry.

Though the moon still glows,

time slows,

to this petty pace,

lost race,

to keep your heart—

we part.

 

In silence profound

Love drowned.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

7 thoughts on “Love drowned”

  1. I think you did rather well for drifting off. ❤ If only love would always drown us as quiet as sleep. Often we sink while flailing wildly about with a couple of hungry sharks. ❤

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