In the dim light I sat
Lukewarm coffee before me
Waiting for the conversation,
that would heal all wounds
Surely there must be words,
that can fill a void with light
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Deana you created imagery here that I feel I can relate to. The waiting for words that never seem to come, as the coffee grows cooler by the minute. Loved the last 2 lines !!!! Very brilliant.

Wonderfully penned Deana .... Awesome read !!!!

A very different write from you, Deana.

I liked it, especially the repetition, which gave it a really sad touch.

Poets, lost in a world of metaphor
Seeking images to better define the heart

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This is indeed us, the poets of the world, ha ha.

*hugs*

5/5 Ingrid

I loved this poem in many ways, the loneliness desribed, I felt as though I was sitting there waiting with you. You really have the ability to pull the reader in, and thats` a great gift indeed. Timothy r

Beautiful poignant words. Really well written.