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Monday, December 6, 2010

Home - Poetry

I know I've been posting a lot of stuff that isn't really writing relating, but it's still writing so that counts right?

To get back into the writing thing though, here's my token post for the writing totems!


Home


I can hardly remember 
the woman who lived here before me 
people speak of her 
either missing her 
or thankful that she's gone. 

There is never a middle ground. 

I find myself trying to remember. 
wondering what she would have 
felt as I watch the sun slip behind 
the silvery mask of the moon 
to be--for a moment--sacrificed 
to the darker side, leaving only that 
hint of brilliance 
a flaming corona of light. 

I wonder if she ever danced 
naked- in love with Tchaikowski 
or made love under the 
warm summer sky. 

I dreamed of her once you know. 
She was walking through a forest 
all white and shining 
looking like a sacrifice. 

The breeze took her then, 
a lover wrapping her in an 
invisible embrace until 
she dissipated into glimmering 
sparks and disappeared. 

I am reminded of the pattern 
of birth and death as I watch 
the sun being released from 
its lunar prison, and comforted 
finally, 
I am free to go home.


©Donna J. P. Riley



5 comments:

AubrieAnne said...

I love, love, LOVE that last stanza!!! Freeverse poetry is so delectable (sp?).

Linda said...

Beautiful!

No. 7 said...

I finally had a moment to pop over and say hello after reading your kind words on my blog (via For the Love of Blogs). Your poetry is fantastic, you have a new fan!! I'll stop by often and hope you'll do the same. Can't wait to explore your site later today when the kids are napping ;)

DawnZhang said...

Love it! Beautiful. I simply adore your poetry!

Eschelle said...

that was so lovely it gave me goosebumps!

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