
Right before dawn
in the last remnants of sleep
I forget the bad things.
I remember our bodies
Encircled shell-like
All night
how we draw each other near
I forget to be sorry
I grew old
I forget to be angry
you noticed
I hold on to these quiet moments
As night falls earlier
We are our best selves then
down comforter light on our shoulders
tic of the heater, quiet house
musky wood smell of last night's fire
In the woods beyond my window,
The sun is coming up pink behind the trees
The cry of the geese reminds me
It has been another year since you loved me
leaves now brown, grasses dry
I press myself further into you
And fall back to dreaming.


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if you only knew how much I can relate to this beautiful, aching, honest piece.... I wrote one with the same idea last spring... those moments before we really wake up, when it can all be ok again... the best moment of the day.
this is gorgeous. I ache with you. for you.
Beautiful poem, Rita.
Lovely
Ugh. You put it so beautifully.
R~
JD: You are always there for me, Thank You
Duane: You always inspire me
Chuck: Sleep to dream....TY flattered coming from you
Trig: Real men do cry, huh. thank you for taking the time
Scanner: You are such a friend, autumn is a time of loss as you well know
Robin: Thank you, with all that is going on, for coming by xoxo
OE: You are welcome; I am glad you enjoyed it!
RE: Thank you for the lovely compliments, they are so encouraging to me
Sometimes it is hard to let go of the memories that used to bring us peace and enjoyment.
Hugs and love your way..
I wish you peace.
FE: Moments, thats all that compiles a life they say TY for coming by with love and thoughts
SAP:Glad you came by, unfortunately, my creativity is spurred by sadness the most. TY for the kind words and empathy
OSM: It does fade and come back like any long, old relationship TY for taking the time to come by and the kind words
Zy: Thank Yoooooz (sorry can't do it)
Ant'ny like we say here in Philly, TY glad it was good memories...
Subtle, calm, sentimental and melancholic.
Well done.
Rated.
Evocative and sobering. Those moments before we awaken and become aware, all over again, of love's loss, are one of life's mercies.
DS: Can be painful can't it? We can sleep to dream sometimes it's easiest
Rose: Welcome, thank you for understanding and relating and letting me know
Scupper: Your words of praise carry a lot of weight with me, Thank You, I am an admirer of your poetry.
and then, eventually, here and now is transfused.
I dreamt erotic dreams all last night and today i see,
contrary to yesterday,
it's all about the love.
i procure a quieter voice because of my dreams.
Jim
SB: Thank you, what wonderful comments, Sweet Dreams indeed after Leonid early morning.
to keep the pink sunrise in my one-pointed vision,
as avatar against anxious thoughts.
Keep to the concrete. Never let your
eyes stray too far from their focus.
Learn to live comfortabl y in your limited
vision,
and then of and by itself
it will expand,
self-regulating....
that's faith, to me:
hoping your eyes, kept on a leash,
will break it...
never fear to fall back to dreaming...it is actually ascending,
as you know..
Rated.
A masterpiece.
Rated.
Scupper: Geese cries bring so much emotion with them? Dont they, I wrote this in my head in bed lifting up to hear the geese and knowing another summer was gone.
UBle: Thank you so very much, from such a wonderful poet and writer I am humbled!
What a beautiful poem ! Emotions- still raw to me.
Yours in empathy.
Rated
FA: Thank you serendipity! Thank you for the empathy it is appreciated. Thank you for coming by and reading and your words.
Lovely.
Powerful way to mark time. Rated
Trudge: it was a sad thought but its exactly what was going through my mind at the sound of the geese crying
Sudesh, thank you, I enjoy your poetry also, so your words are special to me, TY.
"I hold on to these quiet moments
As night falls earlier"
this is how it's done. gorgeous.
Thank you.