The world waits outside our window
Birds sing and crickets lull
We are at once bound and free
Black ink marks out our future
We dare give it time
All is lost
Nothing found
We take deep breaths
Imagine for a moment what it would be like without
No more powder
No more dreams
We dare ponder
The whole world waits outside our window
The chill of the wind wraps around our shoulders
We are together
All that matters
We charge up an electric storm
All is gathered in
We crunch moonbeams and stars
Hold the open steady
Write out a history we dare not repeat
The world waits outside our window
We greet it with a wry smile
All is lost
Nothing gained.
Love the image "We crunch moonbeams and stars".. perhaps the world isn't as harsh as it portrays itself to be..❤️
ReplyDelete"We crunch moonbeams and stars/Hold the open steady/Write out a history we dare not repeat": I loved this bit — it remarks on the personal experience of things that we have encountered and moving on away from them. The world awaits for whenever we are ready; there is no good in rushing. Nothing is found or gained, but perhaps taking a chance is the very first step.
ReplyDeleteWell-penned. Emotive and evocative. :-)
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Nothing is ever lost, we have only to remember where we left it. Enjoyed your write.
ReplyDeleteThe chill in the world can be disheartening sometimes, personally I have to believe all isn't lost. ❤
ReplyDeleteAt least they do have each other so not all is lost yet
ReplyDeleteI really think this is filled with sorrow... as if the world was separate... i hope you will find the way to the outside.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is a microcosm of the girls' microcosm that looks out on the world and the line 'We are at once bound and free' is so telling, as is 'Black ink marks out our future', writing about being together and surviving together. I love the lines:
ReplyDelete'We crunch moonbeams and stars
Hold the open steady
Write out a history we dare not repeat'.
Beautiful as always; vividly evoked as always. I could feel the chill of the wind, hear the crunch of the moonbeams and stars.... To breathe deep, imagine, and continue daring to ponder – surely that is the key?
ReplyDeleteWriting down the history is good as it releases some of the angst; next is to appreciate how much good there is still to enjoy.
ReplyDeleteWe are at once bound and free. I love that line and, especially the crunching of moonbeams and stars. Loved it.
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