Poetry Thursday - A borrowed Line
This week at Poetry Thursday we've been lending and borrowing lines from one another's poems. I've extracted a line that is meaningful particularly this week, and for the first time, plan to just start a poem right here, and post it within the ten minutes I have to spare.
Thoughts of you keep sleep away
They sit on the side of my bed, poking at me,
reminding me, and laughing, saying
They ask questions for which I have no answer:
Why? When did the slide begin? What can I say now?
And if sleep comes, she brings dreams of you:
Your face cold, and sometimes your back as you walk away.
Once your hand reaching out to me, only to be drawn back.
Now, new memories. This week's pictures. A tear in your eye,
Your hand reaching, and one last embrace. Your face.
[I borrowed the line from Rethabile. You can read all the other poems this week by going to Poetry Thursday HERE]
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