“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Empty now the house of my knife blade soul
for no longer does the light of your beautiful face shine
my bloody insistent heart now fragmented, broken, un-whole
and in its stead a black rot of grapes withering on the dead vine.
You have gone; taken with you, our turbulent love sea so deep
leaving naught but a bed of unyielding clay to lie upon as I weep.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Play it again with ‘Old Toads’
Author’s Note: Kerry has given us a wonderful challenge of choosing from a list of prompts from former Toads. I have chosen to combine two: Fireblossom Friday, February 28, 2014 and Get Listed! with Grapeling, May 7, 2015.