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!
Christine Hanolsy 
Damn, you are amazing.
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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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I had more trouble with the micro. This took almost a month to coalesce, and about 2 hours to write down.
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Oh, I might have applied your comment to the wrong entry. Haven’t gotten to the micros yet.
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And thank you, my dear!
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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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Beautiful! I love this, “fog collecting in my lashes” So much meaning there. In all of it!
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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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Beautiful, but so heart-wrenching.
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