Awaiting
I await the midnight message
Cunning raven, sing for me:
Tell me of forgotten lore,
Grant me wisdom in recollected forms
I always say to avoid the day;
The brightness outside blinds all to debris,
to the collapse and to the decay
The aching and tender absence of you,
the silencing of your song of truth
An eclipse should bring you out
of your twilight haze,
I can hide you until dawn breaks
Your night sky eyes are much sharper than mine,
they highlight the magic and natural beauty
of all that I once cast aside
Moon shine upon this freeing scene
highlights our way to the in-between
I listen for a feather-rustle, a cricket crooning,
a night owl, a ghostly wolf howl
I await my calling,
the fulfillment of my longing
(2018)
Photo by Levent Simsek
Beautiful poem! Love your conversation with the raven!
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Thank you
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My pleasure Jennifer!
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Love the image, so fitting with this wonderful writing, thanks for sharing it.
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Thank you for reading!
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Beautiful lines we all await for fulfilment of longing. Well shared thanks ππ»
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Thank you π
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My pleasure π₯°
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There was someone on Twitter recently being talked out of rhyming her poems. I wish she’d seen ‘Awaiting.’ It would have inspired her. Your language here is so natural and the whole thing songlike.
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Thank you! I don’t understand the current issues people seem to have with rhyming. I’m a fan of both forms. I set out not to rhyme sometimes and it will just happen. I hope your friend writes what feels best for her.
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The aching and tender absence of you,
the silencing of your song of truthπ₯
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Thank you for reading!
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A lovely write, Jennifer.
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Thank you, Jeff
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Love the poem, Jennifer.
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Thank you
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Loved your poem. I believe any form is poetry is beautiful because it comes from the heart of the poet.
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Thanks so much! Right on. I don’t have a preference when it comes to form. I think it’s wonderful that there are so many to play around with.
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the crow knows
raven black coal craven
the tule
a rule
do not be
fooled by its caws
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Nice!
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Thank you!
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