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To Sing the Ever Present Farewell

Posted on July 20, 2019 by robert okaji

To Sing the Ever Present Farewell

The way your breast rises,
small pillows,
two doves in autumn,
so, too, the song escapes.

I admit my part,
warbled promise, uncombed
and shivering,
free to worry
under its pull.

Still it comes,
inexorable tide
lowing a sorrow
through filtered light
till dawn.

11 thoughts on “To Sing the Ever Present Farewell”

Charmed Chaos on July 19, 2019 at 9:40 am said:

This is lovely Robert.

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- robert okaji on July 19, 2019 at 4:31 pm said:
  
  Thanks very much, Linda!
  
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turntablesbb7 on July 19, 2019 at 10:37 am said:

Admitting your part, a warbled promise, uncombed & shivering…. Lovely!

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- robert okaji on July 19, 2019 at 4:32 pm said:
  
  A little self realization can be good…
  
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  - turntablesbb7 on July 20, 2019 at 5:28 am said:
    
    That’s true rather than covering up….
    
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derrickjknight on July 20, 2019 at 3:03 am said:

A gentle lament

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- robert okaji on July 20, 2019 at 6:52 am said:
  
  Thank you, Derrick.
  
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Caridwen on July 20, 2019 at 6:10 am said:

Enchanting!🌱

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- robert okaji on July 20, 2019 at 6:52 am said:
  
  Thanks very much.
  
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Dave Kingsbury on July 20, 2019 at 8:27 pm said:

Delicate and nuanced – a soundbite corrective!

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- robert okaji on July 22, 2019 at 9:21 am said:
  
  Thank you, Dave!
  
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