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In the Glowing Night

by H.M Stevens

When I was a child
I spoke to the woods and new born wind

I graduated to statues, creations and overstated young adults
soon enough

As a woman, I made the attempt to talk with my children
But they only heard me as someone who could no longer hear them

They played with the earth, splashing in the mud,
Smearing their bodies; immune to human construct

While we lapsed the sun
I waited and heard, grew old

Manipulated by daylight and tugged from gravity
Now dressed in the delicate nightgown of grey hair

I do not impart my words on the children's children, as overly epistemological
as overly imparted

In the thick crimson of my solitary mind
I know I have done right

The last words, closing thoughts
moments eternally returned

My conversation with the wind, god's heartbeat of the sky,
It goes on


Posted on 06/22/2010
Copyright © 2024 H.M Stevens

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/22/10 at 02:32 AM

lovely - makes me want to open a dialogue with the wind

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/22/10 at 03:19 PM

Great final stanza. Nice work.

Posted by Anita Mac on 06/24/10 at 03:59 AM

and on and on... Beautiful piece.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/24/11 at 02:40 PM

What a delicate touch to this piece. Congrats on POTD!

Posted by Mo Couts on 06/24/11 at 07:56 PM

This is absolutely a lovely poem...congrats on POTD!

Posted by Kristine Briese on 06/24/11 at 09:21 PM

Beautiful and ethereal; a wonderful choice for POTD!

Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/24/11 at 11:01 PM

still lovely - glad to see this as POTD - and happy birthday :)

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