The sun lays September to rest,
my single tree quivers
against black canvas, frost steals my breath
and this night makes it hard to be a river.
My moon cannot gaze quick
enough in any direction, I stumble
over boulders, though these dormant feet stick,
one-side of heavy rubble.
Gentle, I offer, white whispers,
(and knuckles), as I lay my head to rest,
because, as he often does, the reaper
shreds nightly peace, to build a home in my chest!
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through the darkness there is light
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Awesome piece Maggie.
Reads like a dream – and I don’t mean “very well”, I mean actually like a dream.
Amazing dark imagery here. Very good. Love it
Keep inspiring
Received your book today, thank you so much. You didn’t have to send it so fast, ($$$) but thank you.
Oh yeah! Thank you Maggie, for hurtling my October off to a rousing start!! I loved this!! Well done! 🙂
Beautiful poem! I love the dark tone is this one. 🙂 You’re a great writer.
excellent!
You never cease to amaze me. Such a great mind!!
love this line –> “and this night makes it hard to be a river.”
Bravo. Love it.
Beautifully written, love the imagery.
I love your imagery. Count me in as a fan. I write under the blog silvercloudsart.com. Click on the apple with the red clothespin. I hope you enjoy my art and poetry. love always, Tom
Hey Tom. I will check out your stuff for sure. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.
I love the line “and this night makes it hard to be a river.” There’s something brilliant about that line for me. I also write poetry, maybe someday I’ll post it on my blog. Thank you for writing. 🙂
Wow, I see a lot of love in your comments, and you deserve it. You have a gift!
Thank you very much Brenda. I really appreciate you stopping by and thanks for taking the time to say hello!!
Thanks for the follow because it helped me find you. I’m happy to be able to read your work. Very moving!
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