April, and Everything After

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Spring flung itself on her like a song,
a remembering, a salvaged piece of sea
glass spun right round to scattered sand.

She’s gotta hand it to the moon, broken
open too soon, shattered all pretty crescent
loose into that inky sky. Orion’s got a way

with words tonight, unbelted truth blown
through pinpricked promise, burned out
wishes spent on silence. Yesterday, she

might have listened to his whisper-wanded
flow. But today she’s got a long long way
to go, and no fading comet to follow.

 

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3 Responses to April, and Everything After

  1. ihatepoetry says:

    Beautiful, I love your songs to the sea, and in this case, the sky as well. This was magic:
    “She’s gotta hand it to the moon, broken
    open too soon, shattered all pretty crescent
    loose into that inky sky.”

  2. Misky says:

    No fading comet to follow? Oh my, De. Everyone needs a comet. 🙂

  3. narniania says:

    Oh oh oh De!!!!! My soul shivered 🙂

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