In the silent hour, I miss you
I wonder what you have been doing
These past few months and feel sad
That I don’t know
I wonder how long the grieving will last
And wonder if my silence is foolish
And wonder if I am strong enough to
Try again
In the silent hour I know that I must
I must I must I must stay in my impulse
Witness the heartbeat, pulse of my art
Which means I sacrifice my love
For you
I wonder
No, I know
I know
posted by Anonymous @ 11:27 PM
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1 Comments:
Welcome Julie Jordan Scott! What a lovely debut you have brought to our oasis. Your poem brings memory flooding for me. When wanting something terribly still cannot always make it work, cannot make it right. The understanding in your repetition of the word “must” caught me right under a long forgotten chin. This is such a powerful statement, as you witness that imperative heartbeat and end by the strength of a repeated ‘know.’ And yet . . . the pain, like smoke through a keyhole, is still there. Thank you for this. I’m glad you are here.
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