Love’s Labour Lost

Hello! I’m very apprehensive about the poem I’m posting today. I tried something different which isn’t really my style but I did want to write it once. So, please be kind but, of course, constructive criticism is always welcome! What intrigues me is that the verse below is quite open to interpretation and it would really mean a lot if you could tell me what you made of it. I’ll love to hear the different versions and how they relate to what I intended while writing it. Continue reading “Love’s Labour Lost”


Death Comes as the End

Blank walls

And blank pages.

Nothing to account for

A life that was lived.

The still warm body

Looked peacefully at rest

Endowed with an eternal sleep.

Yet, still floating behind those closed eyes,

Lingering as if to prolong their goodbyes,

Were a myriad fluttering dreams.

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