Posted in drama, fantasy, minute poetry, My Poetry, tragedy, Writing

I Wish She Knew

At break of day her spirit burns
but she returns
to sit alone
in the unknown.

She sees a gentle azure sky.
She wants to fly
above the sea
back home, to me.

She doesn’t know that she’s a ghost—
her soul is lost.
I wish she knew
I miss her too.


Written in response to this week’s poetry challenge. How does Jane Dougherty always know how to inspire me? This is another form I loved playing with — a minute poem. And yaaay, a poem about love! Not the cosmos, or nature, or assassins, or any philosophical BS. Looove.

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!



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