this morn

Posted on March 1, 2015 by whimsygizmo

…

grieve with me,
yes? guess
the colors of my other
skin, the sigh
-lence of my syllables
unsaid. dread
the dawn; it shall
come anyway, sway
the day forward in
breezes
gray.

 

 

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3 Responses to this morn

  1. billgncs says:
    March 1, 2015 at 10:37 am

    how I feel on my birthday….

    Reply
  2. anne katherine says:
    March 1, 2015 at 4:57 pm

    I was thinking of my mom on this one – probably because I read the title as “this mom” at first. This certainly is how one feels when one is grieving – especially about how time moves forward… “sway the day forward” no matter what.

    Reply
  3. Shawna says:
    March 1, 2015 at 8:40 pm

    I love this. Especially the first three lines.

    Reply

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