Every endless afternoon I waste while lying sleepless,
is wasted more if left in vain without the breathless wind.
And if that wind has not yet bathed with the silent monsoon,
the garden warm with scent of pears is surely wasted too.
Exhaling wafts of warm perfume, every stretch of earth
reminds me how I used to breathe your hair more than the air,
and if those pears can tell me not the reason I must rest
afraid I am to say while yawning, myself am wasted too.
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“Though it may seem, that I seek refuge in my sleep, from my loss, my loss of words, my loss of reason, but it is purpose that I seek, in my rest, as I lay.”
seek refuge in my sleep….. awesome!
Thank you Ryan.
This among your other poems it the one where I find connection. There is strong sense of yearning, of tenderness that speaks to me more in my present state of mind.
Thank you so much, it is such a good feeling to have when someone actually understands what I am writing about.
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Hmmm….
I felt this in my spine 🙂
I shall take that as a compliment.
of course…
Thank you :D.
“Exhaling wafts of warm perfume, every stretch of earth
reminds me how I used to breathe your hair more than the air”
… amazing!! So beautiful poem – thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading.
I could feel that waft of wind..
well done!
Thank you, thank you very much.
Fantastic! Thank you.
No, it is I who must thank you for the acknowledgement.
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You’re welcome.
Wow very touching poem, I love this one.
Thank you so much, I’m glad you loved it.
I like it 🙂
Thank you Maixza.
so poignant – evokes those those old yearnings
That’s only because those yearnings refuse to die.