Prison Ruin In Jeddah (Donovan OMalley)
without you i sleep
in patterns of fine lace
in spur of the moment
pearl drops of rain
without you i breathe in
the remnants of some life
like shattered glass
like spills of laughter
i move in frames now
i thrive in miniature bursts
living is not simultaneous
living is intervals of emotion
darkness is a constant
i haven’t yet seen
even behind eyelids
i wait for you to go.
Nicole Marie
wordsandotherthings.wordpress.com 
This is a eerily powerful piece. Captivating and vast in it’s brevity.
Wow, thank you, John. So glad you enjoyed it.
Glad to see that leave you… Love this, as always.
Thank you, Edward. xoxo
‘living is intervals of emotions’…that line stopped me in my reading tracks. I had to speak it out loud to hear the words as my eyes didn’t seem able to catch the full sense of the phrase. Then I had to ponder on it for a bit before I could finish the poem. I love it when that happens, when words are strung together in a way that slams the brakes on a rushed evening, and makes me pay attention.
very sad