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Do you think we have finally
held them long enough –
these tangled things,
our breaths,
our hands?
I’ll scribble you a sunrise
if you’ll loan me one
small rhyme.
Let’s sell this sky for
cobalt scrap;
swallow dry that broken
-bone moon,
nick some time.
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This feels like a moment to hold on to. Wouldn’t we all like to nick more time? I love your shower of images, so inventive.
For a sunrise I will give you any rhyme you want (except the one for orange)…
Timeless and beautiful.
This is a wonderful poem, and reminds of that one drawer we all have in our kitchen that is filled with odds and ends of things that have no home.
The drawer of homeless objects. I have a drawer like that. If I ever need anything, I look there first!
Lovely! I could feel the ebb and flow, inhale and exhale. 🙂
I like the lyrical quality to your verse and can hear it being sung.
This is sublime! Love this bit:
“I’ll scribble you a sunrise”
Scribbling sunrise and cobalt scrap. Clever word usage.
You had me at /broken-bone moon/. I have shelves and drawers in file cabinets rife with school report cards, old hallmark cards, journals, and poetic lines that never found a poem to nest in.
Oh, yes! Let’s nick us some time.
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Oh. Wow. Every stanza, every line. Very cool. How both breath and hands are tangled things and have been held long enough; trading in rhymes and scribbles and scraps of sky- can only be done by someone who knows the value of time and is willing to nick some.
A rhyme in the nick of time would be a sunrise worth seeing!!
“I’ll scribble you a sunrise”
brilliant
Oh my. This is breathtaking. Who could turn down a deal like that? I’ll take that scribbled sunrise and nick some time with you any day.
Love the things we hold – breath and hands. Beautiful!
“I’ll scribble you a sunrise”–beautiful!
The opening stanza grabbed me immediately with its tangled breaths and hands, De! ‘I’ll scribble you a sunrise’ and ‘broken-bone moon’ are stunning! If only we could nick some time.
Sounds like a great plan to kick back with some class De!
kaykuala
A treasure trove for the asking. If only time is not a factor! Thanks, De
Hank
“I’ll scribble you a sunrise
if you’ll loan me one
small rhyme.”
This poem is food for my soul today. I really enjoy your writing.
oooooh LOVING this one De! Most especially the idea of scribbling me (or you) a sunrise — it’s just a perfect line for the sunrises here in Provincetown on Cape Cod. Every morning, rising to the sound of the incoming tide, fixing my morning elixir (coffee — hot and strong), bundling up in my bathrobe and stepping out the sliding doors on to the deck to sit and watch the dawn arise. It is pure bliss here for two weeks — even when storms roll in…the water laps the stairs up to the deck at high tide so we are literally at the water’s edge. I do so enjoy sciribbling at sunrise…and now I’ll think of it as scribbling some sunrise from my early morning thoughts for the day! LOVELY!
Oooh! Most excellent!!
Wouldn’t we all love to nick some time! This was a fun prompt.