.
I’ve this unquenchable thirst to slake
Must slough off the shrouds of solitude
While cautiously inching awake,
.
My erstwhile love I’ll not forsake,
Stranded in desolate quietude,
I’ve this unquenchable thirst to slake.
.
Stay blank fear, do not mistake
This tremulous interlude
While cautiously inching awake
.
Resolve the conundrum; so much is at stake.
Pressed fast, my parched lips collude:
I’ve this unquenchable thirst to slake.
.
No haste unseemly, no foretaste of heartbreak;
Wrapped in desuetude
While cautiously inching awake,
.
Beware the duplicitous snake,
Bolstering the remnants of fortitude,
I’ve this unquenchable thirst to slake
While cautiously inching awake
.
TD
January 2018
Poetry can bring healing. I hope you will soon find a new Spring of happiness.
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Thanks Pauline. If you can understand my convoluted poetry you must be a very talented and special person!
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Thank you for sharing Tim. This thirst shared and understood by many-me included.
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