departure

 

 

 

it is before morning when I hear you calling

I turn my head

and find your mouth  open with light

illuminating this very last hour

 

now   as I watch it unfold

the beauty of our failures

holds the image of our hands

in water

I lie still and let the tide

erase the structure

line by line

until the mirror opens up

And there is nothing left to hold

 

 





Poetry by Emelén The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-08 at 17:00

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This is so beautiful.
2015-06-21


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nicely written. It sounds like a true departure cleansed by water.
2015-05-10


countryfog
This, but especially the second stanza, is as evocative and tender and beautiful as anything I have read in a long while. You've managed to find the words to inform and illumine your sensibility, which we all strive to do but often fail.
2015-05-09


Maria Silvia
Which experience to follow your thougts
Like a dream or a hallucination
2015-05-09



"it is before morning when I hear you calling
I turn my head"

i know this feeling
2015-05-09



Such simple complexity I love:)
2015-05-08