By cotton

There are some

that emerge into eternity as a god rises
from the sleeping sea, ethereality's memory hanging
and dripping, as eyes of storms and pristine mouths.
This god enters beauty quietly and with ache.
He has hands that never touch, but they turn.
And he bends over the curve of earth
as if he knew her before she became.

You ask me why

it is that I cannot sleep, why I am
standing here restless, hungry, disbelieving, shorn.
I say I am listening to a god singing in the yard.

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Copyright 2012 cotton
Published on Wednesday, March 28, 2012.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • purr_verse On Sunday, June 28, 2020, purr_verse (1057)By person wrote:

    holy hell. what a glorious talent you are.

  • gingerbread On Monday, October 1, 2012, gingerbread (72)By person wrote:

    i am stunned. another ending that left me reeling. and that space that let me be stunned-----amazing. i can not find words. amazing.

  • FadedBlues On Thursday, August 23, 2012, FadedBlues (2938)By person wrote:

    ...your nightingales sing the same hunger into my heart...

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