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First Date
by Rachelle Howea half a block from my timbered house
our feet hit the asphalt river.
crossing the jordan, white and yellow lines
headlights and
stop signs we
enter into the stillness.
the lake bleeds black under moonlight and we
are still
silent still water
still hearts and beats
still minds and no thought
thinking
too far ahead as always but
not tonight.
tonight the lunar smile hits your face and i
turn my eyes long enough to see two swans
still
drifting and breathing and remembering not the world
we turned to each other in the inky darkness
i couldn't see the white of your teeth or the bemused face
you'd languish, and turn toward me
i remembered you happiest then and i captured
that moment, inked it on my heart as the water lapped my feet.
i remembered you quietest then, one with god and the world
and for a moment
just a moment
the earth
stood
still 03/25/2015
Posted on 03/25/2015
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/25/15 at 06:52 PM This is beautiful. My pick for POTD. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/01/15 at 02:47 PM A great POTD! This is quite breathless. Really enjoyed that first stanza. The shape of the piece is artistic in itself. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/01/15 at 06:53 PM I love this. Captures the dynamics of firsts well (so long as they're good ones). I like how you eased into it. Excellently paced. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/02/15 at 08:47 PM An excellent piece- So well written- Great read! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/04/15 at 07:45 PM The alchemy bleeds attraction in black and white on pastel, and the presentation gives me an organic cascade under the bridge; sensate, serene, and distractingly spiritual. |
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