Murmurs
Form: Haibun
Sitting beneath the arch of sweet, scented jasmine the hot summer night murmurs with memories. Gentle breezes once kissed by the sea wistfully cool the sultry air. Still the night is heavy with emptiness as the pen struggles for simple words.
only love echoes
across a dark summer’s night
poet can but weep
©JezzieG2023
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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