your face held the grace
of twenty-one
before you replaced me the first time.
Pine needles shivered in five
overhead trees, and waves
of scarlet linen brushed over my toes.
The sound of rain falling overhead
mimicked a crackling fire,
and off in the distance, a hawk
called out that he was leaving the nest
for good.
At the last minute, you tossed me a look
over your shoulder, but I don’t know
you anymore. I only know pine trees,
scarlet waves, and thunderstorms
pretending to be something they’re not.
I saw you walk by for the last time.
of twenty-one
before you replaced me the first time.
Pine needles shivered in five
overhead trees, and waves
of scarlet linen brushed over my toes.
The sound of rain falling overhead
mimicked a crackling fire,
and off in the distance, a hawk
called out that he was leaving the nest
for good.
At the last minute, you tossed me a look
over your shoulder, but I don’t know
you anymore. I only know pine trees,
scarlet waves, and thunderstorms
pretending to be something they’re not.
I saw you walk by for the last time.
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| Those Waves Have Built a Wall |
For today’s prompt, write a moment poem. The moment could be this very moment in time. Or pick a moment from your past and dive into it. It could be a huge moment or event in your life (or the life of another). Or you could share a small, private moment–like a walk at night or solitary adventure.
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