Photo by Grace @ Everyday Amazing
the night
brings the restless
words into open: raw
as pitted seeds, bare bones, grieving
of you -
brings the restless
words into open: raw
as pitted seeds, bare bones, grieving
of you -
"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
I love tree photos. Your poem feels both sad and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThe night sure can bring much indeed, better to hide away when it gets dark at your feed
ReplyDeleteI love the night, I can rest (finally) and I can pray, read and sleep.
ReplyDeleteNice poem!
So lovely!
ReplyDeleteah, Grace
ReplyDeleteyou bring us back
from dark, through dusk, to pale
even when the moon goes missing
we wait
What a lovely cinquain ~ Thanks M ~
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Delete..perfectly expressed Grace... i felt that grieving between the intentional spaces... smiles...
ReplyDeleteSo very true...at night so many words surface that were kept at bay in the day!
ReplyDeleteYes. I so agree. Everything becomes raw at night - at bedtime. Fabulous, succinct piece.
ReplyDeleteGrieving is raw. Awesome words to describe a restless night.
ReplyDeleteOh, I know those nights~
ReplyDeleteI love the way you expressed it~
Wonderful Grace
"raw as pitted seeds" — wonderfully expressive, as Ella said.
ReplyDeleteK
Very well put! the night opens up wounds in solitude
ReplyDeleteThe night can wrap us like that
ReplyDeleteraw as pitted seeds...the bones...the grieving ...def has emotional pull esp when you get to those last 2 words...smiles.
ReplyDeletehappy friday grace
That pause said it all.
ReplyDeleteYes. The melancholy is palpable here and so true that we seem closer to pain at night.
ReplyDeleteThe night really does have a way of doing this doesn't it...?
ReplyDeleteIn the land of 24 hour moons...
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