I wanted to say
this morning felt like
a Georgia spring morning
when the heaviness in the air
is the heat trying to start the day.
I walked down Chicago city sidewalks
covered in the spring green of seeds flying down
from the trees finally blooming in glorious colors alive.
The strange silence hung over my pensive walk,
I don’t remember hearing the usual clamor
of the machinery around me humming.
Instead I thought of you in silence
and our strange story continued
in the cycle that we’ve now
come full circle in May.
We’ve never been
so poignant
as today.
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that’s really beautiful, sholeh.
Thanks! 🙂
Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy reading your poetry? The structure, visual shape, and language coupled with a beautiful balance of complex ideas, vivid imagery and subtle emotion leave me thoughtful and, in this case, wistful.
Moreover, I agree with the analysis. Poignant.
I like this a lot. Nice job! 🙂
That’s brilliant. I love the sounds.
I like “the heaviness in the air is the heat trying to start the day.”
Gotta love Jaw-jah mo’nins.