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Tell the sky
she’s bold and beautiful
and vast and strong.
Tell the ocean
she’s got someplace
else to go.
Tell the world
we’ve got a song
to sing to all these spaces,
broken places stitched
together with ash
and string.
Hold this thing,
this thunder-thrum I am,
and in my last breath,
I just might give you
these two wor(l)ds:
……….carry me
………………………{home}.
…
Prompted by Quickly.
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Fantastic!! And “this thunder-thrum I am,” wow. Amazing.
Ditto. Love that part.
Freshness in the gift of us! Refreshing poem.
Love it, De!
I do like the way you address this indirectly to the sky and everything that is beautiful… actually expressed this way it empowers me and every reader to do something, to change and stitch it all together… we the (your reader) can (and must) do something urgently…
Every act of kindness –
a stitch in time to ‘carry’ us all just a tad closer together.
Cannot beat, “thunder-thrum” I am hearing exactly that sound now!