missing glory
by Rene Foran
she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair
i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic frowns
ambushed, my heart leapt when i heard a bird call, her breath of life
she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel
i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat
i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice
she was my cloud ship, an ocean, a free spirited ticket to ride
i gnawed away at my tether, she became my new life line
i hold, needing like a child, the loose end of her crimson thread
2013 - Rene
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my first attempt at writing a Korean Sijo.
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You choose the words with such care and skill. Beauty and power in such a short poem Very, veery well done. *
My fave line here- "i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat"
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Carol beat me to it, but "i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat" is eternal.
Btfl expressions thru out Rene. Nicely done -- very... *
"she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel"
Good writing here, Rene.