No moon for all this rain–
I’d almost forgotten how
to say it, how the night
sounds on the eaves,
a fallen world, the maples
heavy with it, the pines’ roots
re-establishing themselves,
how quickly we all forget.
I had a life before this,
with space enough,
and didn’t want
for much, there were
the stars, the moon,
and other silent sentinels,
some emptiness
but I can’t
quite remember
how hollow it felt,
the thought of you
spills in, now,
like warm marrow
in my bones,
or the yellow glow
of the low full moon
that I know is behind
these clouds,
this release, this relief,
I know just how
a parched world
dissolves,
easily, and with such
immense gratitude–
we’ve waited,
after all, oh how
we have been
waiting–
Splendid! I really don’t have words…
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Thank you!
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Oh this is so good!
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Thanks!
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I love the way your words flow. Vocabulary is amazing
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Thank you! Thesauruses are helpful 🙂
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This is an incredible piece of work.
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Thanks, Amy!
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really moving poem, captures an ephemeral wordless state of being i have often felt.
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Thank you, Shellie! It seems like poetry is attempting to use words to capture a wordless state of being… so glad this one felt familiar to you !
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heart touching….
read it twice & again gonna read it…
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Thanks, Arpit!
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Very beautiful. The spacing really helps maintain a smooth rhythm that seems longing and reflective. I really enjoy the lines, “The stars, the moon, and other silent sentinels,” not just for the alliteration… It seems original and refreshing. Nice job! Looking forward to reading more.
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Thanks! I didn’t even notice the alliteration, funnily enough… poet and didn’t even know it! 😉
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I have to agree this was a very moving poem!
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Thank you, and thank you for sharing it!
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You are very welcome!
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Just Amazing!
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Thanks!
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