The mockingbird’s song
clinks and slides against the glass,
rebuffed
by retreat
into each cloistered night.
Peace lurks like a ghost
in shrouded
corners of light.
Tears shatter like delicate shells
left behind
by strange, liquid creatures
now gone to ground.
Mornings will come
in scattered wisps of light,
fitful gatherings
of scrap.
No hands
will take flesh from the darkness,
shyly uniting fingers
in one graceful
move.
No dreams will serve to merge
these wakings,
these shards expelled at dawn,
disconnected,
alone.
Karen Lee Kleis 
Powerfully written. Loved it.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Powerful like always
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Thanks!
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My pleasure
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I can feel the poem Karen, it is a beautiful poem~
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Thank you! Feeling is what it’s all about. 🙂
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True, I do have to add having the pleasure of reading it too!
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Now that makes me smile. Thanks again.
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🙂
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This couldn’t be more beautiful, Karen.
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Thanks, Rob!
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Your art and writing are astonishing. I’m so glad that you took up blogging on WordPress.
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That’s so nice of you to say. I’m really enjoying the blogging community here. Thanks again, Rob! 😊
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🙂
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A fantastic poem and a wonderful B&W nature wit a incredible moody feeling and soft light ! Awesome poetic work and image dear Karen ! : )
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Thank you very much!!! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Daniel Arrhakis – Art Photography.
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