Curtains so sheer
the April sky bleeds
through
grey and ponderous
I sleep alone
not even the cat
approaches
Pulses leap
in the stone silence
a knocking
a knocking
The April sky bleeds
through
curtains so sheer
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- gabrielle
- I live in South Minneapolis with Chris, Emma and Sauvi. We make good trouble together. I am committed to living in such a way as to engender peace and social justice, ecology and sustainability, and cultural, spiritual and artistic expression and exchange. I am interested in dialogue about the core of the human experience.
9 comments:
An intricately woven piece ... loved it !!!
So well rendered!
Such a nice feeling when that sun starts to shine through those curtains!
Very intriguing image.... can't decide if it is filled with sadness or joy... It almost feels "numb"... ?
Isn't it just very lovely to be awakened by this April morning sun shining through the window? You told it nicely.
That won't happen to me the way our house is situated although I do get awakened by the full moon shining through the transom window every now and then. In the middle of the night it shines right on my pillow way before getting up time.
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I love the repetition and thoughtfulness of this poem. The April sky can bleed though my curtains any time it wants!
What stunning imagery here. I love the line "April sky bleeds through." Beautifully done!
Some great images in this. nice one.
love this!
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