Thursday, September 27, 2018

Sarah St Vincent Welch #375 after the September winds



with his death my dreams began again
lifting out of id
night invasions
work worry
playtimes, colours

why his living stopped them can’t be spoken
after the September winds
blossoms spiral, fall
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4 comments:

  1. Rob SchackneSeptember 27, 2018 at 7:25 PM

    they begin again
    beautiful
    never lost

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  2. Kristen de KlineSeptember 28, 2018 at 12:46 AM

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    1. Kristen de KlineSeptember 28, 2018 at 12:44 PM

      Ah dear Sarah, what a beautiful and poignant poem :)
      Such an evocative image the September winds spiralling in the dreams (again...)

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  3. Sarah St Vincent WelchSeptember 28, 2018 at 12:53 PM

    Thank you Rob and Kristen!

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