Friday, December 5, 2014

Postlude


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they shift, each in its own rhythm

the lace of the living,

 enfolding the sleeping

in brittle arms,

speaking in whispers 

of tomorrow's 

sated sorrows.

I close my eyes,

speak their words

to the fallen beneath me.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014


Posted for Poetry Pantry



25 comments:

  1. I like "the lace of the living" and the "brittle arms" and the close especially. Good to read you, Audrey.

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  2. This is so beautiful. It lends such grace to a season of death and sleeping life.

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  3. Your poetry is like being softly caressed....so very satisfying.

    Have a wonderful weekend.

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  4. Love the 'lace of the living' ~ poem so delicate yet provoking 'I close my eyes,

    speak their words

    to the fallen beneath me.' ~ gentle and nice

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  5. sometimes nature finds just the right words and rhythm when we seem to be lost for words... love the sensitive voice in this...

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  6. Especially the end speaks in such soft word of compassion.. Lovely.

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  7. This poem is both restful and thoughtful!

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  8. I enjoyed the peaceful and reflective tone and words.

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  9. This was lyrical, thoughtful and sadly beautiful, Audrey.

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  10. Your words are delicately peaceful. Very nice writing, Audrey :)

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  11. Really enjoyed the images of the brittle arms...the season now waiting to spring to life.

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  12. This is so powerful.....especially "lace of the living" and "tomorrow's sated sorrows"--wow. Beautifully written.

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  13. Very beautiful, "the lace of the living", and "tomorrow's sated sorrows." Loved it.

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  14. What beautiful lines. I just love this poem. Though it's somewhat sad, I find it full of hope.

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  15. evocative picture, with sombre, reflective lines.

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  16. Well might we learn this from the brittle stems and branches enclosing both death and life. I read your poem, close my eyes, and say a little prayer. Thank you.

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  17. One do sympathize together. Some sadness cannot be helped! Nicely Audrey!

    Hank

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  18. really beautifully captured... the circle of life.

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  19. This softly whispered write is incredibly evocative as we all tiptoe around our reality. Very well done,

    Elizabeth

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  20. and you use a gentle voice as well in your verse
    as you address them...smiles

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  21. Yes, very gentle, beautiful words.

    Happy Holidays Audrey!!!

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  22. Lovely verse perfectly paired with the image.

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  23. great tenderness felt within this piece..love your wording..especially the lace of the living,
    enfolding the sleeping in brittle arms..truly beautifully expressed..

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