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Many Days
by Maria KintnerI cannot count the many days,
the many hours that are slipping away.
Like dirt caught in the wind, or rain inside the waves.
There are so many.
And yet I stubbornly hold my breath
while the moon sits low, like a giant
copper penny, and the air hangs heavy on my shoulders.
Time has me in the stoney clutch of it's fingers,
binding me to it's fury. It is silent - a haunting shadow,
like fog between the stars.
The Earth has released me, letting me float between heavenly bodies,
without direction or course.
In space, there is no sound. I cannot scream. You cannot hear me.
05/19/2008 Author's Note: I can't believe how long it will be before I see your face again. So very long.
Posted on 05/20/2008
Copyright © 2025 Maria Kintner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/23/08 at 07:23 PM If tears of strangers and prayers of people you do not know can help hold you up then know you though lost and alone are being carried in the hearts of others...your poetry and the emotion are amazing and hopefully cathartic...smh. |
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