There is a cry
into the wild,
a cry to see him again
for his face
to bring earth back.
There is a cry
to again see the moon,
a cry
to feel to wind
to see
not just know
of my friend
that will carry me to end.
There is a cry
to hear the echo,
to see and feel the glow
in the woods
to feel the soft grass
under my knees
Where I yearn to kneel.
There is a cry
into the wilds,
a cry to see him again
to feel him
for his face
to bring earth back.
this is one I will read many more times, i think each time finding a new layer...wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI understand this cry - I am experiencing it as we speak. I like how you expressed it here.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad the poem was moving for you David. It was a deep one for me.
ReplyDeleteThe repetitive cry repeats with a haunting echo. And your lines express pain amid said cries...
ReplyDelete"to feel to wind
to see
not just know
of my friend"
Moving poem.
This is so visceral!
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Oh wow.. I echo your sentiment, my friend...
ReplyDeleteAnd that cry grows louder with every passing moment... I hope it is heard.. and soon too!
An excellent and a very poignant poem..
ok i am back...and so glad i did not miss this...this is a delish poem...love the longing...and how seeing him again brings so much alive in feeling...
ReplyDeleteShelia, I hope your cry is heard....
ReplyDeleteBack? Where did you go Brian?
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