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Dark Bequeather
A gift settles upon the ground,
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of hopes.
The recollection of such dreams,
As only we can dream,
Of such dreams..
I stand,
Embracing what it means.
Breathing an exhaling whisper upon the breeze as it leaves for the trees.
Please my dear,
Please my darling dark bequeather,
Hear my praise and take my thanks,
As you soar and bank.
Hear my praise,
And take my thanks,
As I marvel at your feather,
Held here between my thumb,
And forefinger.
Cast from blue skies all around.
Not a sight is seen of its dark bequeather,
But the gentle quiver of the feather,
Held now between my thumb and forefinger.
I know I am richer for your encouragement,
Stronger,
For your presence.
Safer,
For your reminder that your watching over,
Even when your nowhere, to be seen.
Except,
Now here,
A sign of you rolls between my thumb and forefinger.
You are known,
As well as felt,
You are seen as I day dream,
Walking amidst the recollection of hopes.
The recollection of such dreams,
As only we can dream,
Of such dreams..
I stand,
Embracing what it means.
Breathing an exhaling whisper upon the breeze as it leaves for the trees.
Please my dear,
Please my darling dark bequeather,
Hear my praise and take my thanks,
As you soar and bank.
Hear my praise,
And take my thanks,
As I marvel at your feather,
Held here between my thumb,
And forefinger.
Published 24th Apr 2021
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24th Apr 2021 6:58pm
26th Apr 2021 2:01pm
3rd Apr 2022 00:14am
Hello there
I kinda like poems that are not stereotypical love poems… but recognise that love is both light and dark. Love is such a powerful emotion and the word gets thrown around sometimes without realising the true intensity of it.
This poem explores how love can push us to our darkest edges. The imagery throughout is precise — that repeated image of the thumb and finger also shows us how the moment can be reduced to something so small that we almost lose ourselves in it.
I enjoyed this read. Thank you for sharing.
-M
I kinda like poems that are not stereotypical love poems… but recognise that love is both light and dark. Love is such a powerful emotion and the word gets thrown around sometimes without realising the true intensity of it.
This poem explores how love can push us to our darkest edges. The imagery throughout is precise — that repeated image of the thumb and finger also shows us how the moment can be reduced to something so small that we almost lose ourselves in it.
I enjoyed this read. Thank you for sharing.
-M
3rd Apr 2022 4:56pm
Hello Missy,
Never sure what to say regarding comments except thank you for reading and moreover, commenting. It's appreciated.
I do think all emotions and there feeling can and do at times, steal the heading of our compass. For me, besides writing, it is those little occurances, the details, their experiences that give meaning and help keep us on track and stand the course.
Never sure what to say regarding comments except thank you for reading and moreover, commenting. It's appreciated.
I do think all emotions and there feeling can and do at times, steal the heading of our compass. For me, besides writing, it is those little occurances, the details, their experiences that give meaning and help keep us on track and stand the course.
