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Nov 22
poem 5 comments challenge: Tune
cedar

Steerage and the lamp


Heron lost; 
Sunless, covered in ice;
No course, three days. 
Starved. 
Frigid.
Falling asleep-no, no.
So weary...
Drift


Into


Dark


....
 


Glimmer;
Cracked eyes squint;
Could it-?...
Careless now, anything 
is better than dying like this.
Eyes, arms, locked; 

Follow 

Follow 

Follow 

The light. 
Weary, but with purpose; 
Got some hope after all.

....

Harbor.
She led me true, the lamp. 
Frozen pines drift past. 
All is still;
In awe of the biting cold.

Crunch. 
Bow grounded.


Soft glow on the ice-slicked deck;
Footsteps approach my post. 

Warm fingertips, lifting my face to the light.
Wrench your hands from the frosted tiller, 
Stagger to your feet. 


Lean on me.
Follow me.
You are home.




 


 inspired by Steerage And The Lamp, song by Balmorhea
I would recommend listening to the song while reading for the best experience.

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Posted: 11.22.20
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Dear Lord, please put your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.
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  1. Treblemaker
    Nov 22, 2020

    I love how you told an entire struggle/journey in less than like, 50 words. Yet I followed this Heron's journey at the edge of my seat. WOW. You have such a way with words

    I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.

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  1. cedar
    Nov 22, 2020

    It’s been said a hundred times before, but what you said really touched my heart. Writing isn’t my trade, and so this piece is very different from what I am used to and comfortable with. I loved writing it, and the response on YWP was so encouraging. I think in the future I will definitely be exploring this very different medium. Again, thank you so much, your comment kinda made me realize that I don’t need “permission” to write instead of draw.

    That was really long. XD

    Dear Lord, please put your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.

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  1. Treblemaker
    Nov 23, 2020

    awesome! its an amazing story and totally explore a medium your not fully comfortable with. I already hear your voice throughout this too :) (honestly I should do the same with drawing/pictures... not my trade but I still find it so interesting ;)

    I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.

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  1. Cloudkitty
    Nov 22, 2020

    I love how you laid out the poem! Especially the long spaces between words

    "Meet me
    where the end begins,
    in echoes,
    where your world is me,
    and my world is yours."

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  1. cedar
    Nov 22, 2020

    Thanks! I think I added the spaces because of my visual art background, it just looked right. It was all luck from there. XD

    Dear Lord, please put your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.

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