Gone Confessions

Gone Confessions

The echo of gone confessions,
sounding among dancers
unable to dance.
The sorrow of lovers
unable to kiss,
without the prying eyes
of hindsight.



12 thoughts on “Gone Confessions

    • Thanks Anna. It was a very quick poem-took about a minute to write, and normally I leave them then to stew a while. I feel it may need another verse or two, but I haven’t posted one for a while so here it is. I may return to it.


    • It was a visual image. Sometimes I hear a word or a combination of words that trigger something, and sometimes I ‘imagine/receive’ a mental image that works the same way. I saw ‘something’ moving between dancers, standing around on a lawn, and so this was born. As I have replied to Anna’s comment, it was a very fast poem to write.


      • I should also say that they were beneath the trailing limbs of weeping willow trees, so that may have set the tone of the poem.


  1. Hard to express appreciation for a poem isn’t it? Without just saying – ‘beautiful to the core’, or something terribly droll as such. Nicer to have stumbled across you – some great poetry going on here.


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