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04. Rhapsody

by Philippa Jane

I.

I wait, her return
near. Soon, we'll find peace beneath
glow-in-the-dark stars.

II.

At fourteen, I’d say
sorry for my scrawled words; at
eighteen, for their flight.

III.

Strangers for four months
and we still grow - up, apart.
(But our moon? Unchanged.)

12/08/2003

Posted on 12/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Karen Michelle on 12/09/03 at 09:31 AM

II. is my favourite. Such truth in so few syllables. You are everything.

Posted by H.M Stevens on 12/09/03 at 05:18 PM

upon first reading this poem reminds me of a mother daughter relationship and then it unravels so many more human relationships- relationships within the natural world and outside of it. the juxtapostion between 14 and 18, hits a personal note with me, but also harkens to the idea that at "14" we are not supposed to scribble wise words...a child is supposed to maturate at a consecutive rate. In regards to "glow in the dark stars" it appears to speak of, how we construct nature a lot of the time...that the stars might as well not exist because we can only "know" them through interpreting eyes. I could continue...but perhaps I will save the "essay" for later.

Posted by H.M Stevens on 12/09/03 at 05:19 PM

P.S: "upon first reading, (comma!!!)

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