The Loss in Us by Oldepunk and Lois E. Linkens
“Life passes, unfettered by the loss in us
I want to touch the echo of you with hands
time has counted twice
Morning’s claw does rive mine empty mind
From dreams more full
And coloured than time aware.
arid fantasy does drift away
to morning dew upon lip of leaf,
to glisten in rays of layered gold
We are creatures on a strange ship
In a curious place. See – the island lies,
All life and shade, its green banks
Like shiny apples on a ghostly tree.”
Read more of these whispering word-crafted images on The Global Divergent Literary Collective: suddendenouement.com/2018/09/06/the-loss-in-us-oldepunk-and-lois-e-linkens/
