by wing or dusk-light call.
I cannot find my softer heart
by barter or by broken bell.
I know you. You're the one I looked for every day.
You the face from miles away, you the wrong face anyway.
I cannot find my softer song.
by trick, by dawn, or water pond.
I cannot find my softer song
but still I whisper...on and on.
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for my own Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads. "Corvid and sit a while."
I love how this moves about a central fulcrum of the wrong face and then fades as if an echo. Something quite haunting in this.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the simplest things sing the truest. Every word of this is pure, powerful and exquisite.
ReplyDeleteThe last line is especially exquisite... especially since it includes an ellipsis. (You know how I dearly love those.)
ReplyDeleteThis is soo beautifully tender, so very evocatively penned, Shay!❤️
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I am dealing with a few stones in my heart.
ReplyDeleteGah. This is gorgeous. Heading back up to read again.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanking you.
I think that was you're softer heart...dang that was amazing.
ReplyDeleteOh my God. I just heard a loud crack in my heart. Too gorgeous for words. You used up all the best ones.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteShivery brilliant. A fitting culmination to all these wonderful poems your prompt gave rise to. Thank you so much for a feast of reading.
ReplyDeleteThere is a certain cadence here which really works with the theme of this poem. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteIt's lovely, Shay. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteThat ending grabbed my heart
ReplyDeletethis gave me chills, Shay!
ReplyDelete"I cannot find my softer heart
by wing or dusk-light call."
stunning!
♥
(i've tricked your captcha -- i AM a robot.)
I love how this unfolds. Haunting is the perfect word for it.
ReplyDeleteSuch a hauntingly sad song.
ReplyDeleteSomehow this poem whisper-sung all breathy directly into my ear.
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