Tag Archives: Linger

Cast Out (day 2126)

I fell alone
A taste I could never feel
Night came in
And I showed up for you
Helping again
Linger as a stranger
I fell alone

Palpable (day 1835)

I wake up
Covered in a thick film
Of dreams
And desires
Palpable
That linger
Amicably
Inside my foggy
Conscience,
Holding me
As if space
Has never
Betrayed me.

Lover’s Last Walk (day 1656)

Waltzing this dead grass,
Upon a lane – straight, into glowing.
Fingers lingering upon touch
That this flickering ambiance
Drifts back and forth;
Death in a secret glass vile
Encircled three times
With a locket of hair,
Clutched close to thy heart.

Lover's Last Waltz by Ned Tobin

Hearth (day 1603)

I am waiting for sunset,
For the sky to enliven
With one last hurrah
In a brilliant exposé
Of memories lingering
Upon baited tongues
That stopped,
As if frozen by a single call,
To gasp, to breathe deep,
To inhale and then
Sing as a dove does in flight
And then whisper
Like ignited fire
Deep within the hearth. 

Morning Ritual (day 1565)

My morning ritual is equal parts balance and disregard.
I curl out of long embraces
And yearn for another warm
Set of arms that can caress me
As coffee does.
My heart is ready, and embraces
Randomized patterns of light
Streaming through South-East facing windows,
And entirely unready for children screaming
As they bounce their balls
Through the playground across the street.
Even conversation is hard when my thoughts still linger
About webs my subconscious wove
Whilst I rested a while.
And here I am, embracing dry, heat infusing sun
And stepping naked into boxed rain
That shall strip me of these memories
And click restart
For a clean day I shall reign.

Fragrance (day 1348)

Your fragrance
Lingers amicably
Long after you’ve
Left thy presence

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Whispers from My Tongue (day 1115)

This sky, and whispers from my tongue
Through fights: torrents and storms.

I wonder what shakes them forth…

So then my whispers should linger
Like my footsteps echo through these halls;
Cobblestone roads and rickety signs,
Darkness offset by lanterns dancing with my mind.

I let it shake and I cannot sigh,
For winter’s warmth stayed awake today
To brandish my armor as I let them fly
Upon winds that returned my whispers.

The Last of My Soul (day 1032)

For the last of my soul
Lingered between barnacles,
To which, much to my dismay,
Spread blood amongst salty bubbles
Relocating my healthy initiative
– Re-digesting my acquired taste –
Into little bits of fish-bait.
My conscience flittered
Into spraying mist
Diving deep to discover
The last of my soul