You touched my life with a stroke of a feather A fleeting moment in the moon shadow that excited and tantalized Luring me to you like a moth to the flame Singeing wings burning desire Now all that remains is a feeling A sensation that still tingles A scratch you can barely see
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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Very tenderly sensuous Christine — wonderful!
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Thanks so much Rob. I really appreciate it 🙂
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Agreed.
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Thank you both 🙂
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Very lovely. I like the last line a lot and feels it adds to the poem.
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Thank you! It’s like those very special moments that you want to hang onto but memories fade like scars
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I like the subtlety (is that a word?), Christine. Lovely.
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Yes it is! …I really appreciate it. Thanks Tracy 🙂💕
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You’re welcome, Christine.
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So gorgeous!! ❤️
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Thank you! I really appreciate it 🙂💕
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That moment can be tantalizingly agonizing, sweet but all too fleeting.
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Yes! Thanks Grace 🙂
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S/He left a mark/reminder, I see.
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Indeed! 🙂💕
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Very nice Christine! Love the ending …. a scratch… a scar barely seen! Like a tattoo it fades but is always there.
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Yes, that is true. Thanks Dwight🙂
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Lovely.
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Thank you Sadje🙂💕
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You’re welcome Christine.
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How wonderful.
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Thanks Philip 🙂
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As the moth and the fire
there with desire
and then after
left with the ash
of your wings
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Love it!
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