The
wind speaks softly and my candle is dim
the
shadow of a cross is cast upon my wall
and
the room trembles with the traffic passing,
hissing
upon wet roads.
Beneath
all these sounds, there is here
a
deeper velvet silence
a
space inside me that should be filled
by
the beating of my heart
but
is only a yearning darkness
a
wing-pinned bird stirring in dream.
I
remember what it was to love.
I
remember standing naked in the rain.
What a beautiful look at a true moment. There is so much in this poem, in so few well chosen words. I love '... a wing-pinned bird...'
ReplyDeleteYou truly are a great poet Sarah.
You evoke mood so well: you admit us directly into this private and sad place. Such vivid visual and aural images. Thank you for sharing the poem with us.
ReplyDeleteThankyou very much Carolyn and Sandra, I appreciate your comments!
ReplyDeletewhat a magnificent poem: so atmospheric, so perfectly capturing an emotion. It makes me think of that song 'Kiss Me in the Rain'. I absolutely love this tender poem
ReplyDeleteThankyou John, it certainly seems to have struck a chord for people. :) Lovely when that happens!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteThankyou Christine :)
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