Free verse № 14214
Gone Away
How can I think of anyone but you?
Your face, your mood, the trace
of lilies; all this is
remembrance.
When you are dead, the grace
of you will be gone not days
or years. All time is
calculation
to make absence easier, evenings shorter,
myself less alone. When I murmur
'only five days', my heart twists
anti-clockwise.
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(sorry, i can't seem to get past the rhyme in my suggestion, but i do think this could tighten up appreciably.) keep at it. hope these helped. z
It warms my heart that you've found poemranker to be helpful. :) I really should make the "editing" system a little more of a system, though. versioning or something. bleah.
in the ticking away,
roundabout clockwise.
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