last night the images were sharp
clear
real
it was large as life
and I saw with clarity
as if with new eyes
this morning
the faint echoes
(of your presence)
awoke me
they were faded, receding
I grasped at them
but they left
like mist curling in the air
last night I saw
I heard
I felt
(I felt)
this morning
I wept
Copyright 2010, by Koreen W. Naugler. All rights reserved.

what an awesome poem. Thanks for sharing it!!
ReplyDeleteWhat an image of longing you write.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said.
ReplyDeleteI love it when you write poetry :)
ReplyDelete... and another talent from the Wacky Mummy emerges. You are an inspiration... Love it!
ReplyDeleteThis made me want to cry. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThat was a very beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteHugs and Mocha,
Stesha
This is beautiful. So much it can cover. Wow.
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