Through
This day, I’m through with dreams. I want
to wake as just a point of light, my mind as still
as a bud still tight on the branch. Let me
be through with want, that blaze that calls me
more than need, through with rage and blue
and dark. Blank chill of dawn, I want a blank,
oh let me hear the lilt of light as it moves on.
Let be, let be be more than seem, let words
be still. Oh, this bright day, I wake, I sing,
I’m through (I think) with dreams.
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Lovely.
Oh !
This is such a blunt sturdy and thoughtful poem tenderly crafted.
Thank you
The poem is an affirmation with a tinge of lament. The tone is so appealing. I’m right there with you.
What an absolutely beautiful poem, Libby. The sound repetitions feel like an incantation. I think this is a prayer of longing to be free of longing 🙂 A beautifully human poem but full of the spiritual, and as tightly constructed as all of your work, Libby. Thank you for sharing this!
and dark. Blank chill of dawn, I want a blank,
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be still. Oh, this bright day, I wake, I sing,
I’m through (I think) with dreams.
Lovely poem, Libby.
Gorgeous, although of course the desire expressed in the poem can be seen as at odds with the act of constructing a poem. It’s a riddle, ain’t it?
Gorgeous poem. “oh let me hear the lilt of light as it moves on” great line! Love the play here, the sing song connection to nature.
Beautiful. The “lilt of light” sings, and I love the contrast between the concepts of light and sound.