Sister
Who am I— without you?
If I’m not
a quiet pulse
beneath your chaos;
a steady moon
that tugs your tides.
Who am I— without you?
As if I’m the
roots holding the earth firm
without rise in a tree;
brush strokes on a canvas
missing the acrylic paint.
Who am I—
since we are not mirrors,
but the wild stars in the same sky.
Without you?
I spin,
unanchored in the dark.
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This poem is so well shaped.
And the content is wonderful.
Thank you for sharing this.
wonderful love poem to sister
love: a quiet pulse
beneath your chaos;
a steady moon
that tugs your tides.
Being the eldest of two (a younger sister in my wake) who easily walks the mountains of northern california and leaves me in her wake. I appreciate your admiration and sisterly love that shines through your piece and nature’s punctuation marks! Thank you.