Hue

Heard in the voice of this silence

Felt in the breeze through its cadence

Smelt in the first rain, wet soil's fragrance

Here you exist, somewhere in your absence.

Cropping into my dormant thought

As a melody soothing parched throat

Drizzling over this desert's long drought

Here you persist, in the clouds you brought.

Voice?

Breeze?

Drizzle?

or is it you?

My mind is not thinking of you

In my thoughts you dribble through

My hand is not writing anymore

In my words you scribble through

My heart is not beating itself too

With each sound you nibble through

Thoughts

Words

Beats

they are not for you

neither do they have your hue

rather they are nothing apart from you !

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Reviews

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Beautiful I really liked it loved the structure and the flow great job

[Lily Mae]

Simply awesome in every way.. I like the style, the font colors and the message:) x

[John Patrick Robbins AK..]

flowed perfect as a cool nights breeze really enjoyed this one and the skill with which you write akes me regret not reading you sooner anyways cheers my friend Gonzo

[fernandez]

nice structure and great use of single word sentences.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice way to describe the happiness of having someone near.
"Voice?
Breeze?
Drizzle?
or is it you?"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote