Could this be the end?
The moon is an outline of the last of smothered blooms
and gasps;
whether it is rebirth or removal
remains to be seen—
the seed perhaps lingered for too long in one place.
You see,
it’s urging a ruse out of me.
In a hoarse tone I hear the pleas of yesteryear,
I knew not this morning
when I woke up
that silence would be so heavy—
you see, to me the blues are a form of struggle,
they can lighten or darken the room;
the gut ever twisting; will we forever be stuck in a muted Spring?
Part those curtains,
I dreamed of a city where the crisp wind carried me higher
and higher into the night;
wash away our sins
my thoughts gyrating to a cacophony of questions
growing louder—
maybe dirt isn’t what we make it out to be;
it’s urging a ruse out of me: it’s urging a ruse out of me.
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“To write a blues song is to regiment riots and pluck gems from graves.” ~ Etheridge Knight
Day Twenty-Two ~ Poets of April
Skylover Wordlist: Seed 💝
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All wonderful. I particularly love, ‘it’s urging a ruse out of me’.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
whether it is rebirth or removal
remains to be seen—
the seed perhaps lingered for too long in one place
I love this poetic idea, which you convey so well in the lines of this poem.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the image of the moon, Sanaa: ‘an outline of the last of smothered blooms and gasps’ and the question: ‘will we forever be stuck in a muted Spring?’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaa. I liked this a lot. As an ex engineer I would be watching carefully the mechanics of all this earth closure, the rising was very personal.
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Thank you so much, Jim 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I like this poem very much. Especially “ whether it is rebirth or removal remains to be seen—” which is only too true🌹👍
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The fourth and fifth lines chilled me to the bone. We shall wait and see, indeed… I’m hoping for rebirth *fingers crossed*.
Thank you so much, Magaly 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“my thoughts gyrating to a cacophony of questions growing louder” Oh, I love that line. It so clearly expresses the mind swim I find myself in.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️