A Thousand Promises



The day, of grey skies,
Washed in clouds,
Circling white doves,
Casting shadows over our love,
You and me, we meet under a raincloud,
The lampshades on fire – we found it hard to breathe,
The inhalation of the smoke sent alarms bells ringing,
Gasping for air, full throttle,
An empty cavity where my heart use to be,
A hollow, worn out echo,
Hazy, my vision a drained sight,
In the fog, a flame leaps,
If only we could get back, to where we use to see,
A thousand promises, blinded from the start.


30 thoughts on “A Thousand Promises

  1. Beautiful poem, sad in the end. Wanting to go back to love that is blind but not able. Yet, in so much pain, broken-hearted. Glad I came across your blog Jennifer. Your poetry is amazing!

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  2. So fine, clever lady. I love the images of a sky washed in clouds and meeting under a raincloud (nice setup for future storms, too!). My past (and most other people’s, I imagine) is littered with many moments that I enjoyed at the time but never realised just how ‘perfect’ they were until they had passed into the realms of ‘will never happen again’. I can lose myself in these memories and you’ve done such a beautiful job of painting what I’ve just expressed so clumsily. This one struck a deep chord.
    Have I mentioned how much your writing blows me away? ;p Enjoy your day, my friend.

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