Honeysuckle Trace - The following poem was composed on the group Aspiring Writers...what do you think it means?
Honeysuckle Trace
A gaping hole is all I see, where lately honeysuckle spread.
A sweet smell with a memory, intoxicated with dread
The light is fading and the shadows call
The dark invading, colours pall.
Is it really time to make that call? and put sanity on the line.
I pause, the calm before the squall.
But, I cannot hide forever – not this time. Could I ever?
My delusions are fading. Can I sever their intrusions, degrading?
A voice makes me turn and shudder.
He speaks softly, but I recognise his stutter
Another chance - is it worth a go?
"The honeysuckle - all cut down?" The answer a resounding no.
"But - I saw the gap. And why the frown?"
He reaches out to dry a tear.
Familiar scent, warm embrace - let me forget the place...
My honeysuckle mind erase - Memories lost without a trace
Composed by: Kate7, Islander8, Panther & Tony
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A gaping hole is all I see, where lately honeysuckle spread.
A sweet smell with a memory, intoxicated with dread
The light is fading and the shadows call
The dark invading, colours pall.
Is it really time to make that call? and put sanity on the line.
I pause, the calm before the squall. But, I cannot hide forever – not this time.
Could I ever? My delusions are fading.
Can I sever their intrusions, degrading?
A voice makes me turn and shudder.
He speaks softly, but I recognise his stutter
Another chance - is it worth a go? "The honeysuckle - all cut down?"
The answer a resounding no. "But - I saw the gap. And why the frown?"
He reaches out to dry a tear.
Familiar scent, warm embrace - let me forget the place...
My honeysuckle mind erase - Memories lost without a trace
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