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Whispering Pines Island

October 20, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
147 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me


Wind meets the rocky shore, lost from the way things were, returning once more, coming to grieve over rocky shores once more. Moon sliver birches and spinster crows and sailor souls are all over eastern waves. Pinecone crystals fall, like stars and loons and the sobs of wolves. Snow and heat fall from the shortening moon. Wind. Wind blows darkness around the lighthouse keeper’s cabin, as his wife tends the fire. The baby sleeps under lamb’s wool. Wind blows darkness through the chimney, but the fire does not go out.

Wind meets the rocky shore and the lobster traps, till the breakers give way to soundless wonder. The compasses of seafarers are leading them here and there. Wind meets the rocky shore, and lanterns are tiny light to find one’s way under the pressure of all the surf.

Wind meets the rocky shore, lost from the way things were. Boats fill up with seawater, and foghorns make ripples in the approaching soft fog. Wind and fog will fight it out on the rocky shores. And I will return once again. For when I hear the notes of a low wind, it opens my heart like a Nova Scotia apple with the North Star at its center.


The author's comments:

This is a prose poem. When you listen to the words, you hear waves and wind.


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on Nov. 28 2021 at 8:51 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

i wish the editors didnt categorize prose poetry as fiction.