Monday, June 10, 2024

figment

you were a figment of a fantasy
a dream never to become true
a star I could never reach

in the blackness of night
I hear your soft whispers
and feel your gentle touch

I fell in love until the sun 
opened my eyes




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15 comments:

  1. JadeLiJune 10, 2024 at 8:33 PM

    Been there done that, Maria. The sting is best not dwelled upon after the realization :(

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  2. Ron.June 10, 2024 at 8:44 PM

    OOOooooo....Airy!

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  3. brudbergJune 11, 2024 at 3:20 AM

    slipping into that fantasy is way too easy.

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  4. Gillena CoxJune 11, 2024 at 10:06 AM

    The stuff that dreams are made of. Nice one

    much♡love

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  5. DoraJune 11, 2024 at 10:57 AM

    We should all have such dreams! Lovely, Maria.

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  6. lillianJune 11, 2024 at 11:14 AM

    Ah yes....the one-sided love that never comes to fruition. Happens to many. Especially love those last two lines!

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  7. CarolJune 11, 2024 at 9:28 PM

    Ahhhh, yes. Especially liked the last stanza. :D

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  8. The Sicilian StorytellerJune 11, 2024 at 11:04 PM

    "A figment of a fantasy" .... not even a whole fantasy. Most cool, Arcadia. There something very free and open about your poem and I'm loving it.

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  9. D. AveryJune 12, 2024 at 2:07 PM

    Darn sun. Dawn can be harsh some nights.

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  10. Melissa LemayJuly 19, 2024 at 8:56 PM

    Oh, those last two lines are especially sorrowful.

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