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 … Continue reading The longest hour
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A summer’s day
Morning comes so gently, mist tucking us under a polyphonic blanket of birdsong. Shadows shorten and creep along the morning’s edge. Stones bask, replete, under the sun's caress. The breeze in its languor barely rustles the grass grown tall and green against the red- wreathed sky. Stars like silver needles trace veins of fire across the … Continue reading A summer’s day
So close, so far
The moon shines down, her face inscribing a clear path between the banks - a silver span of light There flows a torrent of words between us a river of falsehoods and in the dark no bridge This mirror cinquain brought to you by the yeah write March poetry slam!
Shipwatch
Dawn is a bated breath while I stand by the sea fog collecting in my lashes like tears This little cinquain brought to you by yeah write's March poetry slam!
Christine Hanolsy 