Breathe in and taste what’s always there
wrapped around us like a second atmosphere
woven into thought and breath and choking sob
and the charge flowing through rivers to the sky
like it needs the stars to live
and maybe it does
but the tether snapped and they floated away
and now only a fine dust over blackness
they watch and they long to return
or just maybe wish they never left
Now the sky is alive with its dying
rivers run backward through lands of thirst
and there’s a sense of rebirth almost here
just past the dark, just beyond the light
just upstream not quite far enough
to make swimming against it seem impossible
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Even when I have nothing to do, time slips away. Another week down.
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Image by Johannes Plenio: from Pixabay
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6 responses to “Renaissance”
This is beautiful.
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Thanks so much (: cheers
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“rivers run backward through lands of thirst” killer line in a fantastic poem!
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Thank you!! (:
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Hi Mitchel – Beautiful poem! “Now the sky is alive with it’s dying” – very captivating! Thanks for sharing your talent! The picture is absolutely stunning as well! Stay well. Be blessed. Kindly, Tanya – Divinely Bipolar
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Thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it (: and yes, I was lucky to find the photo! Sometimes I stumble across one that just fits perfectly. Hope you’re well, too! Cheers
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