The way the sky cracks
to allow
the rising of the moon.

The way your lips part
just before
we bid the day adieu.


Prompted by Walt’s Poetics Tuesday over at dVerse. Come 

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13 Responses to Partings

  1. Bryan Ens says:

    The two halves of this are perfect reflections of each other. Beautiful.

  2. Brian says:

    The poem is like an orange, peeled segments of a day.

  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:


  4. Ah, lovely. Nice to be saying goodbye with someone, and not to someone. There have been a lot of melancholy poems so far. This is just so evocative.

  5. hypercryptical says:

    A truly beautiful write. Lovely lovely lovely.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  6. kim881 says:

    Wonderfully written, De! Your lines could have been the rhyming couplet of a Shakespearean sonnet. 🌹

  7. SMiLes..
    one thing
    i rarely find
    iN poeTry Land..
    online.. lips pARting..
    in other words now..
    A face of goodbye..
    New world order
    good bye..:)

  8. Mark says:

    Such sweet sorrow…

  9. I do love how the juxtaposition of lips and moon…

  10. Shawna says:

    “The way your lips part
    just before” … Ooh, great line breaks.

  11. Oh……….word……..stunning.

  12. Candy says:

    This made me sigh

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