She set out with her morning song
in the waning hour of the moon
foot soles bare, above the salt water sea
her memories held loose, trailing beyond her dreams
She offers her silence
into the ring:
the shimmering part of her mind
rich, golden flare,
killing the years of her life
thick with gray hope,
where she lost her red heart
The pieces of sky
have fallen a long way now
She gathers them, delicately
inhaling the earliest mist of morning
swallowing each sliver, inhabiting this place
In the distance, she sees
the glimmer of her heart,
hoping to clear this aerial breeze
yet, the sea is never forgiving
its belly, plump and full
waiting for the moon to become ripe again,
the sea - ready to birth another eternity,
swallows her clean
nice use of color in the second stanza...the third is my fav...the slivers of sky and swallowing them....very magical...smiles...and the birthing of a new eternity...very cool...
ReplyDeleteLovely verses especially the last stanza ~ The use of the metaphors - the sea, sky and moon - are very striking, evoking a primal beginning, as you say, birthing to another eternity ~
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Beautiful verse, my favorite lines..The pieces of sky
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She gathers them, delicately
inhaling the earliest mist of morning
swallowing each sliver, inhabiting this place
There is something so alluring about the sea, its strength, its promise, its warning that it alone knows. I suppose it is also its restlessness with a mind of its own, watching, waiting until it is her time to take control again. You do tend to lead me into a truth that few share.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines!
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