when violet pearled mountains are standing alone
I stand alone
When the opalescent sky holds my heart in a fist
against clouds scraping by in a rose hot blush
I miss you most.
Long in tooth and roaming for you
through iron-black oaks branding contrast to hue
Branded by you
The ashen scythe-strokes compose the day
I crave rest from the ebb in grounded clay
I rest with you
Only to cycle the circle of light
ash turns to gold
in afterglow’s sight
All rights reserved DGG thank you to Titanium at Element 22 and Braja Sorensen HERE
It makes more sense now...
Dianne, this is absolutely gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteIf you composed this yesterday after reading Braja's post, I'm in awe of you. And I think you did. I'm doing a happy dance for you.
ReplyDeleteSeconded: beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, this is one of my favorites and an original from 2 years ago. I posted it in response to the terrific post of Brajas that explained the emotions felt here... and elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteThat was wonderful. I think I need to come back and read it again. *smiles*
ReplyDeleteEnvious of the thoughts.
ReplyDeleteEspecially like this line, The ashen scythe-strokes compose the day. There is great rhythm reading this one aloud.
ReplyDeleteGreat job, Dianne.
xo
erin
Thanks so much for your comment and for reading!
ReplyDeleteThis piece is beautiful, I know exactly how you must have felt writing it.