Silence –
the morning star
pricks through an arc of pink
to crown the blue ether above;
first light.
You wake
as the night releases the day,
your eyes seeking comfort,
and my resolve
crumbles.
This is a mirror cinquain, written for the March poetry slam at Yeah Write.
"5 minute walks"
food, beauty, happiness.
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
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Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild
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My Great Aunt Norah's wartime diaries, 1938-1948
histories
Confessions of a Grammar Ghoul
Photography
Two beautiful, very visual stanzas. I love the silence throughout, the eyes doing the speaking.
There’s a reason I skip reading your posts until I have mine up 😉
I don’t know what you’re talking about – you’re the overachiever! Which is why I can’t look at yours before I’m done mine. I almost posted this last week actually – I’m glad I gave myself the extra time to work on it.
I think you may be going through a Dawn phase, Silver. I love the different facets we’re seing of Eos in your poetry lately.
You noticed! I do keep coming back to Eos. Having a bedroom on the 3rd floor means that, as the light starts returning, I start my day with the sunrise instead of the darkness. It’s something that stays with me the whole day – and leaches into my writing I guess!
“…the night releases the day” conjures passion and possession. Wow. So, so good, Silver. “Arc of pink” is also kinda sexy…makes me think of a Georgia O’Keefe painting. I could keep reading into your sub-conscious but I’ll stop there…LOL. This is all the gorgeousness that I’ve come to expect from you.
Wow, Meg, thank you for the high praise, for letting this take your imagination places and for telling me all you saw in it. xoxo