Wind
Gently rocks
Grass
On a green hill
With
Invisible hands.
Lips press
Together
In
Laughter.
Singing trees
Line
The graves
Rustling
In the wind.
Prayers
By the bedside
Uttered
From eyes
Who’ve forgotten
How to cry.
Love on
November nights
Touching
Under the black sky
Shhh…
The moon will lie
About tonight.
Red ribbons
Trail
Away
In the hands
Of a small girl
As she plays.
Old wrinkles
Crinkle
Under
A sunset
Shaking their heads.
It’s time...
To see.
To wake.
To sleep.
Author notes
these are the memories of an old woman...right before she dies
A contest entry
- Such Fluttering Hope by EmotionalFire.
900 points, ended December 31, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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to see, to wake, to sleep
That is my particular favorite of this poem. It all builds up to that. This is wonderful. Thanks for entering!
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