Last Glimpse

tracing torn path of life,

I tickle tired fingers of words,

engrave pictures on my dead skin,

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a glow then comes upon the sky,

spread over by dusk,

tending to me with a smile,

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still some clouds lift to

give the last glimpse, of the sun,

so I can hear the voice of her flame

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The poem comes into being by the rearrangement and slight editing of some of my tweets today. The “sixwords” and micro poetry tweets used are:

tracing the torn path of life #sixwords

hear the voice of candle’s flame #sixwords

only a glimpse of her smile #sixwords

tickling tired fingers of my words #sixwords

the sky had glowed all of a sudden,

even though the dusk was growing,

some clouds had lifted to

give the last glimpse of the sun #micropoetry

Be a part of my disjointed journey through twitter. You can find me at HowAnxious.

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Image source

I am going to link it up with dVerse OLN and Friday Flash 55.

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24 thoughts on “Last Glimpse

  1. pretty cool how you created this through twitter…i am so on again and off again with twitter….i like the engraving pictures on your skin…i like the release in the end as the clouds break and her flame comes through….

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  2. I love the last line /so I can hear the voice of her flame/; sometimes at the ocean at sunset, the sun spreads fire on the waves, before i dives below the horizon–I swear I hear a hissss.
    nice job.

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