Posted in Poetic Driblets

Hidden Reminders

  
The curtains gently swaying apart 

To let in the morning light.

A slow waltz to the rhythm 

Of an unheard sound.

Shadows in the fabric 

Twisted and tempted to touch.

Almost as if engaged 

In an impromptu dance.

Moving together in beat

Perfectly practised.

I want them to stop

Stop this motion.

Bringing back memories 

Do they know?

What their doing.

Trapping me 

In nostalgic limbo

Pulling me apart

And sending me down 

To deep places within myself 

Places I fear to explore alone

Tee

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Poet |Fiction Writer |Wannabe Comedian |Food lover |African |Zimbwabean

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