So much depends upon
the curve of the horizon
at night
on the other side of the world.
Take it as an act of faith--
believe that your lover is there in the darkness
breathing
like sea birds on an updraft
in some harbor you've never seen.
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For my own Fireblossom Friday "Red Wheelbarrow" challenge at Real Toads.
Several of you have asked me how I am. I guess I've been scarcer than usual. My doggy, Skittles, is having some health concerns, and that, along with returning to work and all that goes with delivering mail in Michigan in February have left me little energy for composing very much. Thank you to everyone who asked after me. I'm fine, and I am working to get Skittles that way, too.
I was thinking of you today, kiddo, and ms. Skittles. Hope she recovers well. Jasmine had troubles with spaying too. I can feel the narrator in this poem, yearning up and over the horizon as darkness falls. Sigh. Poignant, beautiful, lump-in-the-throat writing, as always.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. (Hope Skittles feel much better soon)
ReplyDeleteShort and lovely. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteHope Skittles is doing okay... and you too!
xo jj
Just gorgeous poetry. Yes, Michigan winters... I so DO know what they are like - nothing NOTHING keeps people home it seems - they just keep trudging along. You would just DIE to see how people down south in NC here respond to a dusting of snow and ice - and what the THINK is cold. ha ha I do a lot of eye rolling :) (I thought Skittles just got fixed - I didn't understand she had other health issues.)
ReplyDeleteLove the mention of birds and your last line...all together rich emotive imagery. :) Thanks
ReplyDeleteWhen our dogs have health problems, it's so horrible for us because they can't tell us what's wrong with them... And often, they're such loyal, tough things, they just try to power through as much as they can.
ReplyDeleteWe Missouri wimps bow to you Minnesota sturdy stock. Our 20 degree weather this week is what you guys probably call "Spring."
I hope work gets easier, and I hope Skittles gets better soon.
Whoops. Almost forgot about the poem. Love it (nothing unusual there). The last two lines: ethereal.
Love that image...breathing like seabirds on an updraft!
ReplyDeleteI feel this is exactly how it even if you sleep next to your lover... there we are world's apart... until we wake and meet.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely exquisite, FB. A plush sigh and an amen.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem, Shay. I'd like to put a frame around it.
ReplyDeleteHope skittles is well soon. I love my fur babies. I feel for you.
ReplyDeleteAnd beautiful words as always x
Oh yes I believe it. I live on the ocean and often wonder what my people on the other side are up to.
ReplyDeleteThis made me sigh.
ReplyDeleteDespair and elation can hinge on such small things.
ReplyDeleteReally a beautiful poem, Shay--hope you do see that harbor soon. k.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear about Skittles. Puppy prayers.
ReplyDeleteI love the feeling of oneness this poem brings...we're all hanging out under that same sky...
first, loved the poem. some days all we can do is hold out hope, eh?
ReplyDeletesecond, i'm sorry for little skittles. i do hope she will be well!
Shay, I love what you've done here. The brevity is so wcw. First couplet is beautiful. Last line is something that's been rattling around in my brain, a harbor I've never seen. The longing...I do hope Skittles is on the mend...and that your feet don't get wet delivering mail. I delivered mail (in a younger life) in Colorado winter's. Sleet, snow, ice. Be careful out there.
ReplyDeletemidnight here, reading this - maybe this is the other side of the world...
ReplyDeletehoping Skittles improves... ~
There has to some sense of trust perhaps. Incisive lines Shay!
ReplyDeleteHank
You really managed to make that line your own here, to purge it if any other context and lift the reader into your narrator's dream. Soft, sweet, exquisite poem, Shay.
ReplyDeleteYour heart's passion runs through your words. will pray for you and Skittles!
ReplyDeleteYou and Skittles are in my thoughts and prayers!! I recently got a puppy-and I am a nervous fur mama~
ReplyDeleteLoved your poem! Short and sweet with the horizon of believe-that is all we can hope for!
Oh I love this...so wistfully romantic
ReplyDeleteBroad grin and deep sigh .... perfect for Valentine's Day, Shay.
ReplyDeleteWistful and beautiful. "Curve of the horizon" is such a gorgeous opening.
ReplyDeleteSending kisses to Skittles! Get better, woof!
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