contest Abandon – Chromatic prayer
constant on my heart
in harmony with their beats
in stops and starts
on the side of the air conditioner
extended outside my window.
I stare at the shimmering reflections on the pavement
on our street
made by lamplights
glistening
repeated
my tears;
my fears
before another sun rises
as this moon full
brilliantly bright
gives me hope
that in the mourning… I’ll be able to cope.
Where can we find help to deal with grief?
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Contest / Abandon
by Chromatic prayer
Here’s an extract from The Figure by Joseph Fasano:
You sit in a chair in the room. The wind lies open
on your lap like the score of a life you did not measure.
You rise. You turn back to the room and repeat what you know:
The earth is not a home. The night is not an empty bridle
in the hands of a man crossing a field with a new moon
in his old wool. We abandon the dead. We abandon them.
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The extract is your prompt. Bring us words from the night.
Any form, length. In English only.
ITH & SB 