Dream of forgetfulness in the wake of night

N_Astrup-Martzmorgen
In the papery pre-light
of dawn my wings
like a honey bee’s
begin to break
down

my body
a weight
I can’t let go,

these words
are the weights

when they hang
here, unsaid.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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6 Responses to Dream of forgetfulness in the wake of night

  1. Dean Parsons says:

    I’m loving your poetry.

    Like

  2. Beautiful, simple, speaks volumes.

    Liked by 1 person

    • pinklightsabre says:

      Hi Ilona, good day and thanks! I had some pretty serious jet lag/ insomnia when we got here to Europe last week. Finally in the local time, for the time being…hope you are well, thanks for reading . Bill

      Liked by 1 person

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