…
It was quiet
when we started,
the sky a scrim of something
we might swim through,
deem true
and real and lasting.
We’ve fastened ourselves
in,
(full and upright positions),
contents shifted. Sifted
like sand through
these tired hands.
We kneel. We pray.
We seize the day
and shake it,
hope something
hope
-filled might fall.
..
twiglet #47.
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Own, beautiful poem!
Oh yes, those closing lines. We all need a little hope!
Oh very nice De.
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Just lovely. The sky a scrim of something is a great image.
“sky a scrim of something / we might swim through” That is awesome. And seizing the day to shake something loose is, well, just so cool.
A wonderful and power-filled prayer.
Yes! I keep hoping. Lovely poem ❤
This is quite beautiful, De.
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Excellent, esp “We seize the day
and shake it,
hope something
hope
-filled might fall.”