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Feb 17, 2025
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A phantom ship on a sea of gray,
He drifted, unfinished, through the fading day.
The study room, a cage of stifled breath,
Where smoke curled slow, a harbinger of death.
In fields of dreams, he soared, a graceful flight,
A rumble deep, a primal, savage might.
With kindred spirits, he would fiercely roam,
But thoughts like moths, would flutter far from home.
A mind adrift, a canvas torn and frayed,
By colors swirling, shadows disarrayed.
ADD, a whisper, a forgotten tune,
A symphony of chaos, born too soon.
Released, he wanders, a soul forever free,
A phantom limb, a memory, eternally.
In realms unseen, where logic finds no sway,
He dances with the shadows, come what may.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Candlewitch
4 months 1 week ago
Dear Mark,
I can easily relate to this poem, which resonates...normally, I choose favorite lines. In this case, I would have to quote the whole poem back to you. Wishing you well in all things...
(the) Cat
mark
4 months 1 week ago
Dear Cat
Thank you so much. Made some changes in my composing lately and I am so pleased it went well with you.
Hugs,
Mark
Lavender
4 months ago
Released
Hello, Mark,
Somehow this is haunting and soothing at the same time. I get a lonely feeling from it, along with a sigh, and like the title, a release.
"...a whisper, a forgotten tune..."
All so poignant.
Thank you!
L
mark
4 months ago
My pleasure
You made my day!
Mark