Friday, 9 March 2018

Curtain

Her hair falls like curtains
Covers her eyes to dampen the light
We are waiting on the night
There is comfort in the black sky
There is comfort in unveiling the morning
Each day a fresh start
Each day a grinding halt
We wish for petticoats and pennies
A true passage
A clear view
The silver chimney pot smiles at us
Summons up a rainbow in the winter skies
I brush her hair away from her eyes
Hold her tight
Right until the morning comes.
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26 comments:

  1. Sanaa Rizvi9 March 2018 at 00:51

    Such a beautifully haunting poem this is Jae!💞 I felt compelled to read it twice and was breathless at "There is comfort in the black sky/There is comfort in unveiling the morning"..💞

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade9 March 2018 at 04:43

    Comfort in the night, "A true passage", "A clear view", and being held tight ... sounds good to me.

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  3. Debi Swim9 March 2018 at 06:18

    "I brush her hair away from her eyes
    Hold her tight
    Right until the morning comes." Such comfort

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  4. Jim9 March 2018 at 06:49

    Awww. Nice, Jae. Makes me want to renew our wedding vows and be a recycled newlywed. We hit 45 Feb 24th.
    ..

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  5. Gillena Cox9 March 2018 at 06:59

    That Line 1 is an awesome opener Jae. Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    much love...

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  6. Magaly Guerrero9 March 2018 at 08:06

    You are always so great at capturing the uncommon tenderness of common moments...

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  7. Sherry Blue Sky9 March 2018 at 08:26

    Comfort in both the dark of night and the coming of morning. Lovely. I can see that curtain of long hair. Wishing for true passage is footsteps along the path, my friend......you are already making that passage. I love this poem!

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  8. Kerry O'Connor9 March 2018 at 09:01

    I love the hair as curtain image.. it says so much about the character you portray.

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  9. Margaret9 March 2018 at 10:40

    unveiling the morning... beautiful

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  10. tonispencer9 March 2018 at 17:25

    Such a comforting poem this. Made me smile.

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  11. Susie Clevenger9 March 2018 at 20:59

    We wish for petticoats and pennies...love that line

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  12. brudberg10 March 2018 at 07:04

    I sense that you are a friend of night... love it.

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  13. Ann (bunnygirl)12 March 2018 at 07:11

    We all wish for a clear view. Instead we get illusions.

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