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Dry Reeds Rasp Together - Gold

Dry reeds
Rasping together as if
Yesterday meant something.

Really, it is of no use,
Even if they make a sound,
Eternity does not hear
Death’s rattle;
So soft they rub together.

Rarely, if ever,
Arrhythmia of last
Simple sighs
Plainly do not matter

To want more than simply to pale,
Ordinarily brings nothing but struggle.
Gentle, though, an evening’s moon
Enlightens the empty vessel,
Tenderly bathes it in autumn’s dew,
Helping it to lean more easily,
Easing the separation by bending
Rough edges against another as it goes.

Author notes

let me not do it alone..let the moon bring me another to lean upon in my own going.
Written June 19th, 2006

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  • Night Hope gold member
    June 19, 2006
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    Au contraire, mon ami...I like yours better... Just takes a lil' practice & a lot of Heart...you've got that down pat... Wanda


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    June 19, 2006
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    it still comes no where near the ones I have seen you do...but it is coming. It feels less choppy to me this time.


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    June 19, 2006
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    aw, thank you, rob, I can not see it happening any other way. *hugs*

  • Night Hope gold member
    June 19, 2006
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    "Gentle, though, an evening’s moon Enlightens the empty vessel, Tenderly bathes it in autumn’s dew..." Such impeccable metaphors you weave with your words, my sista...Glorious use of language...& in acrostic form, as well...Beautifully detailed, Lady...Good luck in the contest, my Friend... Wanda


  • just rob gold member
    June 19, 2006
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    I have been preoccopied with this theme of late. This is so connected/earth-based/spiritually corecct it really worked me. I love the beauty of the implied trust and the gift it would surely be to that "friend". One of my fave stories is of the poet who gave another his last breath. What a communion!

    I recently wrote of a coyote preparing me to enter the earth.
    This reminds me of your grass metaphor, except yours is accessable and perhaps more tasteful. Certainly more concise and profound. Thanks for an ecample of how well this topic may be done.
    Peace, Rob

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