Sunday, April 5, 2015

Surrender





The MorgueFile




children of morning,
doves coo
in sleep's wake.

they dance on feet
which feel air only
as they hold wings
toward the wind
trusting that moment

i watch, and worry, as

days move toward closure
and i know that
night will claim her sacrifice
in a burning of incense
as mistakes
are surrendered
like smoke signals
against a blackened sky.


copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

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4 comments:

  1. Beautiful poetry.

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  2. "as mistakes
    are surrendered
    like smoke signals
    against a blackened sky"

    This line stands out. It's wonderful.

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  3. cool shape poem, with the image wisp on your candled verse ~

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