Love
I want the first word
to be love
to be
connected
kind
it is where
I start
the heart stone
it is the path
forward
these are not small asks
my journey
makes
of
me
things feel different
yet
nothing has changed
except the passing
of time
and space
to feel
here
it is dark
the air
chilled
by stillness
and night
I resist rising
and sink deeper
into dreamy
comforts
dawn
cracks
like an egg
over the city
oozing
yellow ochre
a vicious
gel of intentions
it hangs
in suspension
over
the mindless
needfuls
and
make-believe
moments
left out to dry
until returning
back to black
Is this provenance?
or is it just
a worn notch
on the circle
there is no end
only places
where
we
pause
before resuming
our turn
Day 9 of 31
Loved it.. especially the ending..
ReplyDeletethere is no end
only places
where
we
pause
before resuming
our turn
thank you - I am grateful to have you as my reader!
DeleteWow!
ReplyDelete"there is no end
only places
where
we
pause
before resuming
our turn"
That last stanza blew me away. Love it!
Thank you so much!
DeleteTerrific poem. Thank you. This struck me:
ReplyDelete"things feel different
yet
nothing has changed
except the passing
of time
and space
to feel"
Exactly what we need: time and space to feel.
Thank you! xoA
Thank you Annis - we do so very much need that!
DeleteBeautiful
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