hope turned
away,
and in blinded
eyes
the sunlight
hid,
as if to shun our wants
for warmth,
until the day she’d gaze
our way again
to grant us her wealth
of attention.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
hope turned
away,
and in blinded
eyes
the sunlight
hid,
as if to shun our wants
for warmth,
until the day she’d gaze
our way again
to grant us her wealth
of attention.
hands in the garden 
I’ve been away from all social media awhile and just now getting back into absorbing great content like yours. What an intriguing poem.
Hello Kim. Glad to hear you’ve made it back and I so appreciate your kind words. I’ve really found writing challenging these days. Thanks for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts. Stay well and all the best.
Writing has been challenging for me, too, and I did a whole post trying to unpack that. After a long absence, it feels like a post has to be perfect. I finally rejected that and just got back out there. Or out here, I’m not sure which is correct. Maybe just, out. 🙂
That resonates with me! Glad you’ve found your way back. 🙂 All the best to you in your creative pursuits!
I love this one!