Requiem II
To say what becomes: this word
bends in the wind of our
breath. Is this too simple to
say? Our bodies gather yet retain
nothing. Numbers, phrases, the way
the ocean rolls. Once I saw
a whale at dusk. Or rather I saw its
tail part the water and disappear
into darkness, an answer too complex
and sweet for tongues to comprehend.
But waves seldom explain. Imagine
something nearby but beyond reach.
Think of clouds and shrines, consider light.
“Requiem II” last appeared here in June 2017.
“Bittersweet” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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O at the Edges 
inspiring start to the day. thanks.
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Thank you, Anna Marie. Much appreciated!
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Wonderful! Especially “Imagine/something nearby but beyond reach” – and how perfect to have this lovely audio, your poem beginning “To say…” Thanks!
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Thanks, Lynne! Hmm. I just revised this in my head. One word. Ha. Poems are never truly done.
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Isn’t that the truth! And it’s so freeing to allow a change!
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Yep!
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Reblogged this on The Winstanley Gazette.
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Than you for reblogging!
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