Squall

Posted on November 1, 2019 by whimsygizmo

 

Once upon a tempest, torn
she wrote the sky
a lullaby, a grand goodbye
and filled her heart
with rain.

Once upon that scribbled storm,
she inked her skin
confessed her sins
and found herself
in silence.

 

 

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In November, we poem. 

 

 

 

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3 Responses to Squall

  1. Lily says:
    November 2, 2019 at 9:09 am

    I love this. The double meaning in the title, the almost suicide or runaway situation (I think she didn’t do it, in the end; just maybe embraced some quiet contemplation), the idea of “finding yourself” in silence … in the sanctuary, alone. So beautiful. And then the idea of her church being outside. Just stunning, De.

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  2. Lily says:
    November 2, 2019 at 9:12 am

    I also like the possible mythology of this — a bird turning into rain itself, maybe becoming a puddle (of ink and feathers) for future poems, lullabies, babies. Makes me imagine her redeemed, reincarnated, a mother.

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  3. erbiage says:
    November 3, 2019 at 9:47 am

    Your words often leave me in sigh-lence!

    Sent from my iPhone

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