The One where it Dawns on Her

(aubade for all things broken)


For more
than ever,
I have wanted
something more
than all
this strugg
-led skin,

wanted to shrug
my shoulders
and shed
my shoulds,
fill my scars
with stories.

See that
place beside
the still

Let’s leave
our footprints
in that quiet sun
-spilled grass.


Prompted by Poets United’s Midweek Motif

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18 Responses to The One where it Dawns on Her

  1. Kir Piccini says:


    Oh yes.

  2. Susan says:

    Freedom is the cure for dis-ease, I agree. But how free can we be and still have our feet on the ground? How free are those who walk into a pond? I would dance in that grass, sun and shore today and then come back tomorrow for more. What an amazing poem! I may not have gone where you meant to take me, but I love the boost and resolution it gave my spirit.

  3. X says:

    Hey I am all for going to that peaceful place by the still water and leaving a few footprints.
    Again, very creative with the strugg/shrug. The only one that tripped me up was shoulders and should because they are different sounds and I was wondering what a (sh-old) was. Ha.

  4. Shawna says:

    Such a clever title.

    strugg = street rug, G

    I used to work with a girl who called me homie g. funk.

    I definitely feel like I have lead skin sometimes. Especially when I’m extra tired.

    s.p. illed grass
    s pilled grass

    That’s a picnic of pills and Sylvia Plath … probably not a good way to relax at dawn. 😉 This actually makes me think of the time she popped a bunch of pills, trying to commit suicide, and crawled under her house to die. She was found, though, before she could complete the task at hand. Not the next time, though. Better planning, I guess.

  5. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh this is absolutely beautiful. Love the idea of leaving footprints in the grass by still waters.

  6. Mary says:

    Yes, let us leave our footprints there! And, yes, this is healing.

  7. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    How incredibly beautiful! Now I want to leave my footprints in that grass too. 🙂 I particularly like the notion of filling our scars with stories.

  8. Sumana Roy says:

    “Let’s leave
    our footprints
    in that quiet sun
    -spilled grass.”…….love this…

  9. gillena says:

    This is nice a blessed feeling ensues. Luv the scriptural reference, De

    Much love…

  10. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    quiet sun
    -spilled grass.

    Beautiful…..!! 🙂

  11. Jae Rose says:

    Fill my scars with stories…this resonates and though i am not yet in the place of light i can feel in your poem that those stories are there but they should not define the whole story..should would could…perhaps what matters is finding the courage to keep walking through the grass and into the sun…which is an inspiring and hopeful thought

  12. So much peace in your closing, de. 🙂

  13. Well, I love the title. As well as everything everyone else has pointed out! that wordplay with should and shoulders. Nice!

  14. glmeisner says:

    To want more than we have is so very human.

  15. Tremendous follow through. Practically left me breathless. Those last four lines were awesome.

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