Speculative Fiction Prompt: February 2022
Kiss Time had not yet made a sound The world lay in waiting for the first breath For words to be spoken and life to awake Sound breaking the silence, life, as we know it, has begun We meet, we love, we live The years pass, winter has found us Cold hard like the world outside Angry words fill our days Love is hanging on a thread We barely talk, touching is long forgotten Time has frozen the love we once knew We live like ghosts under the same roof Love remembered keeps me here When you no longer want me Kiss me with poison on your lips... ©AnitaDawes2022
This beautiful poem comes from Shadows, Anita’s book of poetry…
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A nice poem, so much truth.
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This is one of my favourite of Anita’s poems…
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