Memoir (au fait)

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I lie awake as night after night passes me
by, bathed in shadow of dreary moonlight.
Sweep not these streets of covet and pain,
fear not tales buried beneath. Tender, is
the ghost of lover long gone, leaving abaft
memories subtle as rose-colored smoke ―

 

 

Photo credits: www.writingwolf.deviantart.com

Posted for Quadrille 26 @ dVerse Pub

and on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

60 thoughts on “Memoir (au fait)

  1. Kim M. Russell says:

    I got here at last, Sanaa! The red rose and the romantic Quadrille are just perfect for Valentine’s day, and I love the thought of
    ‘the ghost of lover long gone, leaving abaft
    memories subtle as rose-colored smoke’.

  2. ladyleemanila says:

    awww this is just lovely, Sanaa 🙂
    love the last part:
    Tender, is
    the ghost of lover long gone, leaving abaft
    memories subtle as rose-colored smoke

  3. Linda Kruschke says:

    This prompt seems to have brought out a slew of new (to me) or less popular words. I have never heard the word “abaft” before. I love learning new words, so thank you. I like the poem overall as well.

  4. Olga says:

    “Rose-colored smoke” is just a beautiful, ethereal way to describe the touch of wonderful memories. Reminds me of the term, “looking through rose-colored glasses.” I use to have a pair if pink-lensed sunglasses and the world always looked rosy, even on a dull, grey day. 🙂

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