Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #178
where Shay my amazing friend & poet is hosting!
Come join us!
Perhaps you did not know how bright last night...
Those stars were lit with longing of my own...
~John Robinson Jeffers
It is in the shoulders where his strength lied
Where burdens were kept like coats in a closet
Heavy with forests we could never save
I lost my way there
Searching deeper inward by the night stars
and his dark eyes
There I leaned on limbs that were ready to break
Sometimes light burns the view beyond recognition
And the darkest of nights is a kiss as soft as a vapor of
smoke
Lingering right here
Warm and close
then gone
Just like that
Only embers are left now
Yet they still can burn
Like stars at night always do.
Lovely memories of a dark-eyed lost love. So sorry it's only embers now. Beautiful write.
ReplyDeleteCarrie, this reminds me of my paternal grandfather. Grandpa chewed tobacco, he also loved to give us grandchildren a tobacco juice kiss on the cheek. He would soak, it seemed, his beard with the juice and then paint us good as the kiss came. I spent a lot of time with him, he stayed until after I left home. I am more like he was than any of his other eight grandkids.
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Glorious, especially "where burdens were kept like coats in a closet, / heavy with forests we could never save." Wow.
ReplyDelete'And the darkest of nights is a kiss as soft as a vapor of smoke' - wonderful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Carrie! And with such a strong opening and ending!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous and overwhelming in its imagery.
ReplyDeleteYou have some lovely lines here. I was touched by the mood your words created in this poem. I could truly feel it.
ReplyDeleteEvery line stands alone, and together they build an achingly sad situation.
ReplyDelete"Where burdens were kept like coats in a closet
ReplyDeleteHeavy with forests we could never save
I lost my way there"
My favourite lines. Happy Sunday Carrie. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💖love
"Where burdens were kept like coats in a closet" - so good!!!
ReplyDeleteLove how you described his shoulders and limbs about to break ... great poem, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteI too like the the line about the coats in the closet. Some really great lines here Carrie. The embers are the memories of what once sparked a roaring flame.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful love poem, Carrie. Dark stars sometimes burn the brightest., and they have a softness to their light that lingers like your last lines, warm and rich.
ReplyDelete"And the darkest of nights is a kiss as soft as a vapor of smoke"
ReplyDeleteLove this line. Outstanding poem, Carrie!