Beckoned home by dawn’s light, the valley lost in a shadow.
Alone I wander, calling out your name, but the creator came
To take you home.
A whisper on a crimson river, riding an expectation of what we
deserve. Is there nothing the moon hasn’t seen?
Always two steps behind, perhaps posed to fall.
I know the higher we fly,
Mercy will call your name.
The marbling of the sky intertwined with peace.
Honoring a journey you walked alone.
I did not yearn though I had known why you left.
There’s only one way through it.
Et Tu, I live despite losing you.
About the Creator
Jazzy
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Head of the Jazzy Writers Association (JWA) in partnership with the Vocal HWA chapter.
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Excellent storytelling
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
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Thinking about potentially losing my estranged dad soon. He is almost 73 and on oxygen. Trying to reconcile with him but keep failing. This is a great way to talk about it
"Is there nothing the moon hasn't seen?" Classy poem, such strength in the face of loss.
Very nicely done.
This was extremely emotional! I loved it!
aw Jazzy, this is so sad in a beautiful way! well done!
Beautiful and sad. This is brilliantly written poetry! Well Done!
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Ther are just so many stories that echo the sentiments of gone love. Yet there is such hope abounding. This was lovely Jazzy.
🥹 💔 love this!!!