Nocturne with a Line after Kees
I close my eyes and see nothing but rain.
And after, take pity
for what turns beyond sight: the wretched
flower, a hiss from the road. Last night the wind
stole sleep from my body,
leaving me alone, wordless, listening
for her next breath. An alchemist,
I transmute the memories of old wounds laid open.
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This first appeared in Ijagun Poetry Journal, in December 2013.
Old wounds laid open…… The memories of the past… Thoughts of a narrow path…
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Some of those wounds remain open, even years later…
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Exactly…..
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This is exquisite.
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Thank you!
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A brief loveliness, Bob.
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Thank you, Cate.
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Oh, what a beautiful piece Robert. Sumptuous.
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Thank you, James. Much appreciated.
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Last night the wind
stole sleep from my body,
leaving me alone, wordless, listening
A really great line!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Beautiful
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Thanks very much, Joni!
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