Holding the River in Unquiet Hands

{Aubade for a Softer Sunrise}

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Shattered, we slow our hearts and let
dawn’s waves wash over, taking with them
our deepest wants and fears, but not
the ability to call them back, or make
them stay gone. Falling moon told me
a story, a trickle of whispered song, a
tale of her longing for other than stone.
Yet she bows for sun and I do, too, and
soon here in all this early light, we let
the petals of worry fall, hold them
loosely with open hands, still but not
silent. Colorless, equal, our feet spill
secrets to sand, promises that hold me.

We must steep this dream deep, otherwise
each new bright day might pull, and kill
it. Am I perhaps the hope? No one told me.

 

We’ve got a new pub tender over at dVerse, the beautiful Amaya, aka Gospel Isosceles, and she bids us to be bold today. Won’t you join us? 

Mine is a golden shovel form poem using this quote:
“Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.”
– Louis MacNeice
from Prayer before Birth

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19 Responses to Holding the River in Unquiet Hands

  1. blak asper says:

    At your feet, my love.

  2. qbit says:

    “We must steep this dream deep” – fantastic.

  3. Oh, this is good. Very good. I like the drifting images.

  4. Applause! More falling moon stories please 🌙

  5. “No one told me.” A thought-provoking finish! Nice!

  6. Grace says:

    Beautiful aubade De! Love the moon’s perspective:

    a story, a trickle of whispered song, a
    tale of her longing for other than stone.

  7. Frank Hubeny says:

    I liked the phrase “steep this dream deep”.

  8. kim881 says:

    I love what you’ve done with LM’s stone, De. I’ve fallen in love with the lines:
    ‘…Falling moon told me
    a story, a trickle of whispered song, a
    tale of her longing for other than stone’
    and
    ‘…our feet spill
    secrets to sand, promises that hold me.

  9. Speaking with and being part of the elements is a lovely way to expand this quote.

  10. Misky says:

    I just love “a trickle of whispered song” — what an extraordinary phrase, De!

  11. You paid a wonderful tribute to MacNeice here, especially in how you created a last stanza of three powerful lines of realization. Yes, a realization that you ARE the hope and that it is something to die for. And I love, “we must steep this dream deep…” Great job, De.

  12. rothpoetry says:

    Yes you definitely are the hope of this generation. I love the imagery all through your poem. It is easy to get jaded and hardened to the hope of the future thinking there is little that we can do. But one person can make a difference. I think I heard the “I have a dream…” speech in this one as well. Well done Dee!
    Dwight

  13. annell4 says:

    I love this! What a great job!

  14. Candy says:

    Wowzer! That ending left me weak in the knees.

  15. I do think you ARE the hope… what a perfect ending to a wonderful poem. A falling moon … my imagination runs with that.

  16. Mish says:

    LOVE this!!
    “Falling moon told me a story…”
    I wished it would never end.

  17. vidyatiru says:

    words fail me… when I read your poems.. i can keep reading

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