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
My #5 for NaPoWriMo
The Journey Inward
Beautiful poetry.
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I'm still here and still in love with your poetry.
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like smoke signals
against a blackened sky"
This line stands out. It's wonderful.
cool shape poem, with the image wisp on your candled verse ~
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