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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

He Misses Her





The blood of ink
Wept from his soul
Cannot abolish
Or console
The hollow
Filled
With echoes
Where
Once he loved
Her.
But now the air
Is like a stair
That charts the miles
Of broken hearts
And shattered
Smiles...

© Janet Martin
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5 comments:

  1. Sasha A. PalmerDecember 3, 2014 at 11:53 AM

    Love everything about this short hourglass poem. The pain it's filled with is almost palpable.











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  2. Janet MartinDecember 3, 2014 at 11:55 AM

    :) thank-you.

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  3. yash guptaDecember 3, 2014 at 12:59 PM

    This is not like what you normally post...neither the content nor the style...and yet, this is my favourite so far...
    Just wanted to let you know that i love your writing...keep posting :)

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  4. Janet MartinDecember 3, 2014 at 1:01 PM

    Yash, I sincerely appreciate your comment. thank-you!

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!