for Thyra Louise
I force craving through my throat’s long passage
and place it in the vault of my chest
where nimble, it twirls
like wind dancing channels through prairie grass seas
echoing all we used to be.
Soon, each yearning will rise through my limbs
forcing me outside,
forcing me to swirl trains of thought
into the same stars you see.
We can meet to paint the night
somewhere over Indiana, or Michigan
dissipating my desire to hear you laugh
or touch your skin,
rapturing among constellations.
Fierce, you will glance back at me through Luna’s full face
hinting at the secrets her shadowed halls hold.
Brenda Warren 2013
Visit The Sunday Whirl
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love ‘shadowed halls’ and all of this pining poem.
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enjoyed yours, hope you enjoy mine
much love…
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Superb final couplet caps a fine poem. (Not sure how I didn’t see this earlier, but very glad not to have missed it.”)
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Exquisite words from a loving mother.
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This is a fierce poem about love. It is the BEST poem I have read in awhile. Thank you so much for writing it.
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“like wind dancing channels through prairie grass seas
echoing all we used to be.”
How incredibly beautiful. And sad.
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Oh, secretly I hate it when I’m in England and a whole ocean apart from my children. Your poem hits very close to home. Beautifully done. 🙂
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Do we ever get to the point of not worrying about our nestlings. We think this one year, month, week, day, hour will always be the same…and yet time passes- we yearn for those we love, no matter how far they go. Lovely. I wish for success for your daughter whereever she goes. We have some friends children also graduating this year.
Thanks for your visit. Your word lists always make wonderful additions to my story.
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I felt overwhelmed as I read this. So much love and so well said.
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Beautiful, Brenda. Very nice poem for your daughter.
Pamela
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So mush love in this poem! And longing! But there is always the comfort of the same sky over the one we long for!
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Beautiful piece!
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A mothers heart on the edge of transition. Our hearts find ways of coping. Your words are beautiful.
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I LOVE the opening: “I force craving through my throat” … And this line: “dissipating my desire to hear you laugh”
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Lush and lovely flow…. and as all great poems given to so many interpretations 🙂
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Much love and yearning for your daughter in the poem!! Hope you meet up soon and paint the town red!!
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Such a beautiful poem for your daughter and that third stanza steals the show.
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Love the rhythm of the first stanza, especially
“like wind dancing channels through prairie grass seas
echoing all we used to be”
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There is so much yearning here, Brenda. Your reader can’t help but feel it deep down inside. But, there is also much beauty as you share the evening sky with your daughter. Love the images you created with these words, how you made them your own and showed us they could dance. Hope you intend to show this to her.
Elizabeth
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Another swirling love story. Sometimes the wordles cry out for romanticism.
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“We can meet to paint the night” – I do thike that phrase!
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