"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray
"Poetry unites." ~Anon
"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson
Written by Christopher Hileman
He lives in Gladstone, Oregon, USA
His blog: View From The Northern Wall
"This poem was inspired by a photo of several naked
reed stalks in a pond covered with a kind of brownish
algae fully hiding the water's surface. It was a closeup
so no surroundings were visible. The reeds were
several and some crossed at angles. No ends were
visible. I chose one and wrote about that."
So I asked the photographer:
May I take one reed?
Here is my heart's last promise.
Hold it in token.
I am due this next cleansing.
I shall lay beneath the wave.
When I become breath
I shall use the reed's passage.
Like mist I shall rise.
Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.
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