..
Paintbrush-hush
(guilty, guileless)
me
a rebel heart,
an unquiet start
a whispered want
and a place
to hold my still
long-fractured hope.
Then soft
(and sound
and soon),
steal me some long-lost wisp
of cloud, harboring
a sunrise
,
aiding and abetting
the moon.
..
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All of your poems are will-o’-the-wisp!! Love them.
You at your finest, right here.
Oh my gosh, De! I am insane over this!!! Especially the first three lines. Soooo good.
You remind me why I used to write, and make me wonder if I could do it again.
paintbrush-hush – like the start of something from deep inside the soul – your words are so delicate
A wistful quadrille, De. I like the ‘Paintbrush-hush’, ‘whispered want’ and ‘long-fractured hope’ and have fallen in love with the lines:
‘steal me some long-lost wisp
of cloud, harboring
a sunrise
,
aiding and abetting
the moon’.
My goodness this is good! ❤️ Especially love; “steal me some long-lost wisp of cloud.” ❤️
Beautiful! Most especially love those last five lines. And the idea of the paintbrush coloring the dark sky with graffiti. I do love when there’s a moon at night, big enough that it becomes etched by the wisps of cloud that cross her face in different places. Next time I see that, I’ll be thinking of it as graffiti! 🙂
Love the title and each line with your rebel heart stamping the sky.
I so love the rebel heart that keeps you alive to that stunning end with the moon.
…”a place to hold my still long fractured hope” beautiful line
Nicely formed. The solitary comma. Art.