Yard Sale of Thoughts

Missing You Close

Katie Frances Hartless

Less than 24 hours before you go,

I’m missing you already,

my tornado.

Grey clouds over a fishing boat,

we lay like elephants,

chained too close.

Something wild eloped.

Like the backwards view of coast

from a van

headed inland.

I”m missing you like smoke

I have yet to suspire.

The way we stay robed

well-past dawn

to read the billboards

as they cut on,

to watch the first petal drop off the rose.

I’m missing your depths

while standing in the shoals.

What lies ahead,

bleached coral reefs,

flooded streets,

high winds

and other storms

you leave exposed.

Like the memory of a scarf around the throat,

I miss you,

although you’re close.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless

Art: PeakPX

“Tormenta” by Current Joys

9 responses to “Missing You Close”

  1. Michele Lee Avatar
    Michele Lee

    Stunning creativity, Katie! ✨

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    1. Katie Frances Hartless Avatar
      Katie Frances Hartless

      Thank you, Michele. I like how this one sort of sprang up, like a storm from within. 💜

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      1. Michele Lee Avatar
        Michele Lee

        Ooh, that sounds like dramatic origins! You’re welcome, Katie. 🩷

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  2. johnlmalone Avatar
    johnlmalone

    love that ‘memory of a scarf around the throat’

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    1. Katie Frances Hartless Avatar
      Katie Frances Hartless

      Thank you, John. I really miss the scarf weather. I love that snuggly feeling like having a loved one close.

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      1. johnlmalone Avatar
        johnlmalone

        pleasure, Katie: good to see you thriving creatively in your new environment 🙂

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  3. johnlmalone Avatar
    johnlmalone

    I’m reading this strange and tormented poem again an ode to a tornado? did I hear it right? and why not?

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    1. Katie Frances Hartless Avatar
      Katie Frances Hartless

      Hiya John. No, no tornado here. A poem about missing someone in advance, before they’ve actually gone. So many storms world-wide, though. Floods back home and here in Thailand, too. So much destruction and yet we keep on in our hamster wheels. What else can we do? It’s depressing, really.

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        johnlmalone

        thanks Katie; I understand now and appreciate the post even more 🙂

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