Love Without A Key
A Poem
I long for what the love birds sing
a romance made of flowery dreams
A map of my imperfect things
ending love, prematurely
A pugilist of haunting ghosts
fragments and patterns of our past
Acknowledging their present hosts
outlines in sand, sifting times glass
Coming and going with the tide
rising and falling without will
Currents that pass the test of time
await for me outside my sill
Music upon a summer breeze
making a way to find my sound
Collecting lost pieces of me
like tokened treasure on the ground
The lips of lovers, poets and rogues
desire searching for release
A dream worth chasing, I suppose
Finding the lock that holds my key
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Your poetry moves like the current you describe. Well done.
I love your descriptions and wordplay. So much artistry humbles me.