a hundred full moons
danced
since chaos burned my
curvy landscape to dust
ashes swirl within cobwebbed
cells
trapping festering gray memories
inside oily rancid darkness
sandbagged alone I await
loves
electric sharp thundering to
storm my hollow heart
awake
👏💫
Thank you, Michael!
Beautiful
Thank you so much, Tim. 🥰
Wonderful poem!
Thank you, Dawn! ❤️
Excellent poem
Thank you so much!
Your welcome
Love the lines “electric sharp thundering to / storm my hollow heart” Great work!
Thank you so much! 🥰
Wow!!! That is absolutely beautiful my friend
Thank you so much, LaShelle! I appreciate your kindness so much.
We’ll I love your work my friend!
I love the depth of your symbolism and how you are able to express so concisely the experience.
Thank you, Anna. It’s helping to express myself with poetry but I still feel so heavy with these big emotions.
This poem is a part of haunting clarity
Thank you 😊
Those opening lines Bridgette…. Wow!! 😮 Raw, evocative and sucked me in straight away! 👌😁👏
Thank you so much for your kind words—much appreciated!
You’re very welcome! 😊😁
Deep and beautiful words 😊
Thank you so very much. ❤️
Most welcome 💕
This is a beautiful and heartfelt poem, Bridgette. I ‘felt’ every word of it. I particularly liked the lines, ‘ashes swirl within cobwebbed cells,
trapping festering gray memories inside oily rancid darkness.’ You are a talented writer, Bridgette. Take good care of yourself – you are worth it. X 💕
Thank so much, Ellie. I appreciate your kindness and I am trying hard to shake myself free. Take care of yourself too ❤️
Wow 😳
❤️🦋
Thanks!
I love how you present aging.
Aww, thank you. As you can tell, I’ve been facing it a lot lately and it’s an interesting journey.