I left a wish
in an eclipse of the moon
upon a sky of planets aligned;
it was a prayer without answer
a message of faith and trust.
You were there in an haze
of light and dark, fog from the sea
salt taste in air, in aromas
of journeyed winds.
Briny air burned my eyes
to tear, to well and tear...this
funereal morning
a slow passage and salt water.
You were there, over my shoulder
watching as through my eyes
falling in salt tear, touching like fog
cool like morning; close
like whispers, when
faith answers
4 comments:
Howard, this poem is unusual in the way that it produces two different moods. Honestly, after reading the first part, I 've felt a ray of hope, indecision, hesitance, the atmosphere permeated with love and light sadness felt through aromas of journeyed winds...
In the second stanza you so skillfully changed the coloring of the whole text through using only one word...
and it conveyed loss of hope, suffering, frustration, etc... or I, probably, have misunderstood you...
loved it, emotion woven into the fabric of nature, tears in the soul mixed with briny water of the sea... beautiful and touching.... making me stand still in awe, listening to the whispers... when
faith answers...
Soft whispers of hope, beautifully rendered picture.
Susanne-
when I write with certain people or from little conversations or exchanges, it is reflected-- this one has a note from Africa, some difficulties there...thank you...H
@ Marina
ahh yes tinged this one is, was a product of mood and the conversation with a friend writing from Africa --where in this particular place there are difficulties--as i have said of many things- it is a blend we know the bitter so we can know the sweetness...Thank you for reading, taking time to leave such thoughtful words...H
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