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she is writing more than me

she is writing more than me

A Poem by m.s.early

She is writing more than me. 

Putting pen to paper with breathy words carried by the wind in her memories. 

I can hear them, her thoughts, 
like a steady wind rolling down a mountain 
and filling a valley, 
finding a nearby village and bringing leaves like scattered recollections 
through cobbled streets, until they echo in lonesome moans 
through the alleys of her heart; 
those long alleys where our lives collided, 
and became a unforgettable soreness. 

The waning breath, 
berthed from beneath her rising breasts 
and escaping her pale, ripe lips once enjoyed whispering my name 
and watching those breathy words rise like waves 
and crash against my spirit, compelling me to kiss. 

But now while her feathered verbs float from clouds to sea  
she will never again write of me. 
The gift of her breeze is travelling in forests, 
between trees that are no longer meant for me.

© 2017 m.s.early



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He is writing more than me...even in the stealing silence of his words or in her absence of his mind. He writes love stories in his memoirs, lush longings in his heart, lusty lingerings in his breath, kindred looks in his mind...but most importantly knowing in his soul. Think less, write more man....write more!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Amazing words- between trees that aren’t meant for me- what deep and beautiful words reaching the depths of our being- there’s a time and place for everything under the sun- what’s meant to be will be- finding its way between towns countries through forests and oceans and when the time is done - it moves on- wonderful drpthband insight into life🌹

Posted 3 Months Ago


The completed works of ...was never meant to be....funny how things were.....

Posted 4 Months Ago


I raise a glass yearly - to missing Family and friends... and listen to the returning echoes.

Posted 7 Months Ago


wonderful to read you

merry christmas

Posted 8 Months Ago


Beautiful and sad...........

Posted 11 Months Ago


It is such a rush to see you writing again, Matt!

Posted 1 Year Ago


m.s.early

1 Year Ago

Thank you Kelly.
I really enjoyed this poem. You took me with you on a real life journey of memory and being forgotten. The word soft with a hardness of real life. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago



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