Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
― Hafiz
..
…
We wonder
if we’ll ever get the hang
of it, this bartering of
glow, this tamed slow
tyranny of waiting.
We’re wanting
something more,
some evening
………(shade)
of score.
But look
,
we forgot to ask that lone
bone moon, and these sky
-scraper stars.
..
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WOW. This is amazing!
Thanks, Lucy. 🙂
“this tamed slow tyranny of waiting,” … oh how you describe so eloquently what perhaps all of us are feeling right now! Gorgeous write, De! 💝💝
Thank you, Sanaa.
Hi De! This is something I need to share with my fellow writers here at dVerse. I so enjoy reading the work that you create and post, and am genuinely honored to be embraced as a part of this community of poets. May we all find healing in these challenging times. And as a true aquarian love child, and also a proud flower child of the 60’s, who truly believed then we would some day change the world to be a better place for all, and still believes that we might yet do it — I wish each of you peace, health, and love. Write on!
Beautiful, Rob. And backatcha. 🙂
I really like this–the flow of it from the glow and the bartering to those final lines.
Thanks, Merril!
Lovely sounds in this piece, it just tumbles down the page – ‘tamed slow tyranny’ ‘lone bone moon’ like…moonlight I guess.
Thank you, Peter!
44 extremely finely-tune words. Exquisite work, De.
We do love to barter don’t we. That quote is inspiring. Love this word break:
these sky
-scraper stars.
Thanks, Grace. You know I loves me some enjambment.
I love the sun never saying, you owe me! Wow! What a lesson there!
I love that Hafiz piece so much. It was new to me, yesterday.
It does feel like we barter at times. It seems we are always wanting something more but, what?
I’m not sure we’re ever sure. Discontentment is its own struggle.
I love the “tamed slow tyranny of waiting” and I’m ravenous over the “lone
bone moon, and these sky
-scraper stars.”
Thank you, Victoria.
I love the idea of …
We wonder
if we’ll ever get the hang
of it, this bartering of
glow
Thank you!
Lovely sky musings
Much💜love
Thank you, Gillena. Much love backatcha.
A delicate quadrille of borrowed light, De, with a sturdy message. I love the way you took essence of the Hafiz poem and created a beauty of your own; the idea of the ‘bartering of glow’, the ‘lone bone moon’ and ‘sky-scraper stars’.
Thanks, Kim. 🙂
What Kim said! So much here, love it.
Thanks so much, Sarah.
Even after all these years we can’t accept that we revolve around the Sun and not vice versa. We still have such pride we don’t realise that the Sun’s heat comes free!
Right? We take so much for granted…
‘this tamed slow
tyranny of waiting’ – I love these lines. A beautiful, poignant quadrille!
Thank you, Ingrid. And thanks for the follow!
You are most welcome 😊
We always want more…and so lose what we have. (K)
So so true!
I am literally floating in your words at zero gravity! This is wonderful De.
Thank you, Christine.
It would seem we little to barter when so much is offered. Perhaps that is the waiting.
Thank you!
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This is truly wonderful. We humans always feed the need to barter when all we have to do is be and enjoy what is offered freely.
Thanks so much, Dale.
🙂
Creative B-)
Thank you!
I love the flow from the Hafiz poem to your poem….they seem to belong together, complement each other so very well. The word break with sky scraper is so you. You have a gift for this poetic device. Is it called enjambment?
Thank you, Lill. Yes, enjambment. It’s one of my favorite poetic devices.
“this bartering of
glow, this tamed slow”
You are THE BEST at controlling rhythm and flow. What you do with sound and line breaks is like a dessert for my ears.
Love that. Thanks, Girl.
I felt in that bartering of glow you are talking about a desert heat I do no longer feel in my bones. Wonderful advice to trust in the moon and the stars.
Thank ya, Sir.
We need the perspective of the sky and the skyscraper stars more than ever.
I love your poem, and I thank you for sharing that wonderful quote.