(Not getting that tired yet, although I reckon I may be the end - here is Part 8 of Ghost story II.
The 6th Guest Poet is another young writer, I have encountered recently called Danielle Matthews from the Stockport area I believe who offers a excellent piece called Signs.
Danielle advises me although she hasn't blogged much yet she does have a poem coming out on here in May 2015. Good luck Danielle and thanks for the excellent poem)
Danielle advises me although she hasn't blogged much yet she does have a poem coming out on here in May 2015. Good luck Danielle and thanks for the excellent poem)
XIII
Stretched across motions
Breathing in marooned heartbeats
Unstitched in fear
Holding hands in silence
The keys of her piano led lips
Played completely
Out of tune and context
Across that horrific morning
Aching in spent tears
That she was going
To have put him
Through hell again
And like last time
There was nothing
Upon nothing
She
could do about it.
Signs
A breath
on my cheek
can only
be you.
No
marker comes forth
to prove
nor disprove
but my
desperate wish is sure.
Whispers
abound,
and I
hold still,
hoping
to discern
a small
message, a hope,
that
identifies you.
No sign
is revealed
yet that
hope lives,
always
and eternally it lives.
I wait
for a word
from a
mouth forever closed.
Come to
me, my love,
hold my
hand
and
whisk me away.
Enclose
my heart in yours,
and let
me rest.
With
you.
Danielle
Matthews
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