Sorrow-Salted Songs

Posted on February 4, 2015 by whimsygizmo

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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.

 

 

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6 Responses to Sorrow-Salted Songs

  1. Justin Jackson says:
    February 4, 2015 at 11:54 am

    A recent fav, btw

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  2. Kir Piccini says:
    February 4, 2015 at 12:12 pm

    Still waiting…such beautiful words.

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  3. anne katherine says:
    February 5, 2015 at 5:02 pm

    A beautiful sad poem… really hits home.

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  4. Grammar Queen says:
    February 6, 2015 at 9:34 am

    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 …

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  5. Grammar Queen says:
    February 6, 2015 at 9:36 am

    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.” šŸ™‚

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  6. Grammar Queen says:
    February 6, 2015 at 9:37 am

    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. šŸ™‚

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