The wind was excitement and cooked oats.
Expectation was a big, red circle
on the calendar.
Dreams were Crayolas
scattered on the rug,
sleepless nights in a rocking chair,
lullabies and college tuitions.
Cramped fingers
ran along fairy-tale edges,
for nine short weeks,
unable to pinch its chubby cheeks.
To dilating eyes
the sky was watered down,
but I could see vultures circling.
I screamed, threw stones,
begged them to leave,
but the horizon was crumpled tissue,
bleeding.
The moon emerged
smaller than a silver dollar
with no footprints
or photographs.
We cradled it in mournful hands
all sad words
smeared in tears,
and we never knew
whether to swaddle it
in pink or blue.
Author notes
I read What then Could Be by Simpleone.
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This poem is really sad... Quite a touchy subject... But so beautifully written. I'm very touched by this piece. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Such a haunting piece. Crafted masterfully.
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wowsers... that is very sad. and you described a miscarriage quite well, because before i got to the bottom and saw the title of the contest I knew what it was about.
this was painful. especially the image of the vultures circling... that whole stanza was just perfect. so full of vivid pain and emotion... like if i was watching a movie where the actress was so great that it made me cry and feel the same...
sad. sorry for your loss.
perfectly written as a piece of poetry though.
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Brilliant and tender. Right at the doorstep to someone's heart. It shines, yet hangs on the shoulders in a way that a sad burden of this type should.
Excellently written. Only things I would change are the two commas in the second stanza.
Example of good prosaic poetry!
Thank you for yet another stunning piece.
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Oh how sad and expressive. This piece touched me deeply and is written to perfection. A brilliant write on a devastating topic... x love and light, SummerGypsy
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