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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  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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