Drawing Alongside; An Interlude
I stood vigil
til dawn.
I knew you wouldn’t be there.
I knew you wouldn’t be here
yet
it was only
an hour
and the moon was wrapping herself
in my words, the sun rising hungry
with expectation, and the birds…
the birds were
carrying the message
tree to tree.
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Favorite image: “the moon was wrapping herself/ in my words”
The end image of those birds making the announcement is so wonderful. I don’t think I’ll soon forget it.
Lord have mercy just rip my heart out already, it’s fine. (Which is to say, I like what you’re doing with these.) That “yet” is a powerful, powerful word!
Beautiful!
Wonderful title and marvelous poem. Love the idea of standing “vigil til dawn.” Also “the moon was wrapping herself/in my words” is so beautiful. Thanks for making my morning!
Stunning imagery!
“and the moon was wrapping herself
in my words, the sun rising hungry
with expectation, and the birds…
the birds were
carrying the message
tree to tree.”
I adore this one. Thank you for sharing it!
I love the poem and the ending.
Beautiful! Makes me smile. I also love the bird heralds & the moon wrapping herself in your words.
the yearning. the heart beating out of the chest longing. sir. you’ve really penned some gorgeous with a capital G and a screaming, brave heart. this companion to yesterday are wondrous.