I’m too tired to think about
poetry today
Photo: Peter John Maridable via https://unsplash.com/photos/tRJtLQ8p1fU
The heartlines that stretch
like yarn
like vapour trails
like ink from your pen
winging its way
in a letter you sent
like a lit road at night
seen from the sky
that jewelled line of bright
beaded with light
like blood from a scratch
or a virtual smile
from you to me
across the miles
This poem was also published on The Drabble on 29 October 2016. 🙂