The final few rays of a dwindling winter sun
The crest of a wave before it rushes up to meet the sand
The embers of a dying bonfire
And an outstretched hand.
A tree clinging onto the last few leaves of autumn
Breath catching in your throat
A question mark lingering in the conversation
Lying back in the Mediterranean sea, drifting and afloat.
The pips of voicemail as a phone call goes ignored
The red wine stains on the rim of your glass
Three dots, typing
A reply that isn’t coming back.
Turned down pages of a book of old poetry
The first few drops of rain before a storm
The hovering second hand of a clock as it just passes midnight
A half drunk cup of coffee, gone luke-warm.
An imperfect cadence
And a chance not taken
The imperceptible sound
Of another heart breaking.
stormsinteacups 
Storms – This is a brilliant piece of writing.
It captures the moods perfectly.
It tells of the sadness without being a victim.
Most of all, it also reads like a hit country song – The last four lines could be a chorus.
Storms you are a wordsmith par excellence.
Find the right melody and you will be on your way.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. That’s kind of what I was going for. Trying to find things that evoke sadness or a feeling of incompleteness for me, and putting them together in a poem.
Thanks again for your kind words,
Storms 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person