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Aug 27
poetry
Rovva

Doves Over The Water

I remember the doves over the water;
As I released my heavy heart, I was just as light.
I remember the rays of the morning sun;
The clouds that morning held them from me.
I remember their tired eyes above smiles;
Mine soaked over their half-mooned graves.
I remember the burst of July fireworks;
They rained and fizzled out above my head.
I remember the way that it felt to care;
It broke my spirit until it felt right to let go.
I remember you as I have since birth,
a reflection in the mirror I once loathed,
but as the water washed my life down,
there was a knock I had never once heard.
I remember what I felt when I was loved;
The feeling resides as the storm clears.
I remember the lights on their faces.
Their eyes shimmered above open drapes.
I remember them as I had in death,
a reflection on the water I once admired,
but as the light washed over my body,
there was a voice I had heard before.
I remember the doves over the water;
As I flew with the angels, I was just as light.

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Posted: 08.27.19
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Aug 28, 2019

    I love the repetition of "I remember" followed by a description, only to be broken up by another line of description toward the end of the piece. This poem has a great flow to it.

    Shannon Ripp

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