Nor Love

 

I cannot look
at broken stair
where foot slipped
and ankle bent
as apple basket fell

no voice came
just a final gasp

those tender lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor breath

nor love

moonlight caresses
a lifeless form

blackness presses in

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rob kistner © 2023

More poetry to make you gasp at: dVerse

 

26 thoughts on “Nor Love”

  1. O My Goodness!! I haven’t fallen down the stairs yet, I hold onto the handrails going up and down. Have you?
    Oops, yes, I did, in Ireland, outside in a garden, the steps were concrete. Right away two younger folk came rushing to pick me up. I just wanted to lay there for a bit. The premise owners took me many miles to and ER, I had a broken kneecap and had blood all over me. After, a Taxi brought Mrs. Jim and me back and then I drove about 60 miles to Dublin.
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    1. I think it stirs the feelings of sorrow , which reminds us of love and empathy. I believe darkness stimulates as much positive emotion as it does negative. Helps us feel human, and fortunate that it’s not us. Darkness makes the light seem even brighter.

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