Just For You Poetry

I ran back again,
To gather your missing kisses, as
Suddenly the memory, wrapped
In your arms, you holding me so
Close, came like a dust storm,
Blinding my once seeing eyes.
I stumbled on, to search for you,
Becoming trapped in the folds of a
Tapestry, woven of what I wanted,
Not what I needed;
Still, I ran on.

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

Brilliant poem and imagery, and that memory sure came to life but allowed you to not become trapped in the folds of tapestry. One of your best Dorothy.

it would be wonderful indeed if we could backtrack Dorothy..

This is very moving. Very vivid imagery.