The longest hour

Dawn is
the longest hour
the sun through the window
illuminating your untouched
pillow

I wait
a bated breath
suspended in the space
between the words I said and those
you heard

Sometimes
I hear your voice
while I stand by the sea
coy whispers promising you will
come home

Each day
begins with rain
each evening with cool mist
fog collecting in my lashes
till dark

All night
I count the stars
and search the sky for signs
my heart dropping apologies
like tears

Dawn is
a bated breath
while I stand by the sea
fog collecting in my lashes
like tears


This garland cinquain brought to you by the yeah write March poetry slam!

9 responses to “The longest hour

  1. Beautiful, but so heart-wrenching.

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  2. Jennifer G. Knoblock

    Oh, wow, I see what you did. Clever AND lovely.
    I think these are my favorite lines: “my heart dropping apologies/like tears”
    but I also love the second stanza.

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  3. Beautiful! I love this, “fog collecting in my lashes” So much meaning there. In all of it!

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  4. I do so love the way the garland ties itself up neatly! This is full of beautiful imagery and I agree with Jenn, that line is my favourite. Also, “..the space / between the words I said and those / you heard” is such a perfect description of what so often happens between people.

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  5. I cannot tell at all that you had trouble with this. It feels effortless. I want to crawl into it and live with the fog and the melancholy.

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  6. Damn, you are amazing.

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