..
The stars have spilled
their splendor
in this broken
-open sky.
The sea has
scattered chant
-eys all along
this sacred coast,
But I
am still
waiting
for
your ghost.
..
..
The stars have spilled
their splendor
in this broken
-open sky.
The sea has
scattered chant
-eys all along
this sacred coast,
But I
am still
waiting
for
your ghost.
..
A recent fav, btw
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Still waiting…such beautiful words.
A beautiful sad poem… really hits home.
Gorgeous ending! This makes me think of waiting for the Holy Ghost to make an appearance. Like, you know its in your heart, but sometimes you just don’t feel it. I’m picturing someone watching the sky, waiting for the return of Jesus. Aren’t we all …
I love “chant eyes,” and “am still” on its own line spaced-out line. Also, I can’t help but think you don’t feel very good about yourself when you let “But I” hang with all that space. It makes me think the person waiting for Jesus is feeling a little less-than good enough. (Of course! Always.) To me, it reads, “I’m a butt.” 🙂
Also, “I’m a but …” Like, God makes His promises and covenants, requests and demands, and your reply is always, “But, ….” As if your way might be better. As if you can successfully argue with God. 🙂