I, gaze towards the cold and desolate moon,
listen to whispers wafted by lingering wind.
Scattering sweet visions lead round a street,
I, couldn’t decide whether feeling or dream.
And though love wore mask of drifting mist,
I, reached out and offered unwavering hand.
My heart is a ghost town, like a rose in sand.
Photo credits: Pixabay
Very atmospheric, and I particularly love the closing simile.
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Beautiful imagery, and that closing line is a stunner. Wow!
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I really love the last line of the poem… it ties it up so well.
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My heart is a ghost town, love often leaves us feeling empty, I wonder can a rose bloom in sand. Is it strong enough to withstand the droughts of life?
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Whew – this poem blew me away with its imagery. I can picture the heart as a ghost town, a rose in sand. Chilling.
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Very atmospheric, Sanaa,. I especially love the final line.
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Yup, one of your best.
ZQ
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Very impressive, the image this instills
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Ooh, I like the way this speaks to the idea of taking a risk in spite of the odds…putting oneself out there (albeit unwaveringly) even in the face of love masked like a mist. Wonderful.
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Your vivid imagery reminds each of us of the chances we all must take while living our lives as fully as possible. I love the photo,
Elizabeth
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A haunting and impactful piece … wonderfully written.
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The last line brings the poem to a powerful conclusion.
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So glad to be back here to read the poem once again. This is so beautiful specially the close.
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The ghost land heart. I would have liked to know how you were feeling and what you were thinking when you wrote that. 🙂
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(I went for the optional plus, hence the poem)
Excellent setting of mood and place in the mist of both–“feeling or dream?”–resolving into a surprising identification one’s own heart as the ghost town. Which suggest that we don’t find ghost towns, they feel us. Excellent ending metaphor for that.
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What I liked about the poem was that despite the speaker’s uncertainty, she still held out her hand – that speaks of trust and love.
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(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Loved the closing line…all the other lines beautifully leads you to the feelings and mood of that last line!
Awww!❤️ Thank you so much, Sreeja 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
Delightful piece, calming even.
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Luv the shift in the end line
much love…
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much love..
I especially like the first line of the second stanza ~
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What an incredibly powerful (and sad) image: the heart as a ghost town.
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alone – from the misty night to the ghost town… this poem is about those times we need to be alone to think!
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