dear invisible hand,
thank you for causing miracles
as often as disasters.
i age with a circadian rhythm,
but the mooneyed prophets
lied about death:
i will live forever
in your branches
sheltering redbirds
from the night mists,
and kiss the soil
when it whimpers
with another reaping;
and most of all
i will pray,
life seeping
into ashen valleys
until i feel your fingers
against my soft, tired skin.
Author notes
A contest entry
- easy. by chloris.
5500 points, ended March 26, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is wonderful but i'd rather have the citation within quotation marks than in italics... thanks so much hun.
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Wow...I haven't read your stuff in a while, but Now I remember why I added you to my favorites! Great job. Awesome write!
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"i age with a circadian rhythm"
beautiful line!
this flows flawlessly and has such a great overall feel.
well done!
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=D
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