Sun
Sun, you come with beams
of blood beating alive
on the frayed edges of me
and when I would not
repeat-speak healing after
your growing light utterances
you corn-rowed silence
into my becoming, soft
as your twilights drifting
into evenings.
I turn to you seeking now
the holy corpus, or hokus-pokus of trails
you left behind, and find them cold.
Night has come
and bat’s wings flap-flap
across skies you once owned.
Author notes
The picture seemed to be both light and dark, so I wanted my poem to express that movement.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderfully written
All I can say is good job and good luck in the contest.
Great write chica...
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You expressed it really well! I could see the transition from light to dark through these words. Thank you much for entering and the best of luck
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