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The longest hour

Dawn is
the longest hour
the sun through the window
illuminating your untouched
pillow

I wait
a bated breath
suspended in the space
between the words I said and those
you heard

Sometimes
I hear your voice
while I stand by the sea
coy whispers promising you will
come home

Each day
begins with rain
each evening with cool mist
fog collecting in my lashes
till dark

All night
I count the stars
and search the sky for signs
my heart dropping apologies
like tears

Dawn is
a bated breath
while I stand by the sea
fog collecting in my lashes
like tears


This garland cinquain brought to you by the yeah write March poetry slam!

A summer’s day

Morning
comes so gently,
mist tucking us under
a polyphonic blanket of
birdsong.

Shadows
shorten and creep
along the morning’s edge.
Stones bask, replete, under the sun’s
caress.

The breeze
in its languor
barely rustles the grass
grown tall and green against the red-
wreathed sky.

Stars like
silver needles
trace veins of fire across
the arch of heaven to flicker
and fade.

She is
the kiss of rain
a name whispered on wind
my fire at night, the pillar of
my days.



This mirror cinquain brought to you by the yeah write March poetry slam!

So close, so far

The moon
shines down, her face
inscribing a clear path
between the banks – a silver span
of light

There flows
a torrent of words between us
a river of falsehoods
and in the dark
no bridge


This mirror cinquain brought to you by the yeah write March poetry slam!

Shipwatch

Dawn is
a bated breath
while I stand by the sea
fog collecting in my lashes
like tears


This little cinquain brought to you by yeah write’s March poetry slam!