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ABSENCE

 

the day goes by slowly
and I observe it
like an hour glass
when the thin sand goes down
traversing the bottleneck

and spreading at the glass bottom

each grain of sand that slips
takes a little bit of me in each molecule
like it’s myself draining
totally liquefied

converting me in soaked longing

moments go by slowly
when I hear the sound of footsteps
or even not listening to it
but sensing it…
wherever you are now
I want you to know
that my chest is tight with longing
my eyes get lost in your picture
creating deep craters in my soul…
I look for you tirelessly
among the pieces of my feelings

scattered in your poetry
joining words like a puzzle
I perceive the color of your eyes
your face expression
and in the very moment of this hour glass
in the pain of my fantasy
I feel my poetry falling down

s
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o

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with the sand


Mary Fioratti

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' .. each grain of sand that slips ~ takes a little bit of me in each molecule ~ like it’s myself draining ~ totally liquefied.. '.. this is such an unusual way of seeing self separated from lover, it's a near dilution of self without him and that ending is extraordinary and touching.

[Art Sun]

this is a very nice poem Mary...a bit out of your norm...but exquisitely fine...nice thoughts flowing within the hourglass of sand...I like that...great work

[Audrey Howitt]

Oh Mary--just really a lovely piece--so many great lines here


I look for you tirelessly
among the pieces of my feelings
scattered in your poetry
joining words like a puzzle

A true fact of a certain mood, that with just "being" can occur. Beautiful pictures, well written, I lived myself in how all the transience can be, and as the sand may fade away, into nothing... just as timeless, and as we all are dust~ Excellent poem.

[Mary Fioratti]

Sometimes the absence double the time...