I find myself grateful for the existence of semicolons, little things keeping my life sentence half open; lost in thought I wash the blueberries with trembling hands, you listen to the news while making tea - it’s a bitter cup again but we have honey, strong hearts, a lock on the door - we have time for laughter; in the end it all comes down to this: a bowl of blueberries a kiss on the cheek; © Copyright I.B. 2017
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darling owlcat, you are a genius. this poem is absolutely stunning and brilliant! i love all the little details you’ve used…from imagery to metaphor…such a perfect union, marriage of words. ❤ ❤ ❤ i’m moved to tears…
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Honey! Thank you so SO much for your kind, kind words, I’m immensely honored to know this spoke to you that deeply. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Of course, dearest!!! Your writing always speaks to me. ❤ ❤ ❤ Thank YOU so much for sharing your writing with us!!! What an honor it is to watch you blossom as a writer!!!
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I love the symbolism of the semicolon!
The whole poem is so simple and lovely, but I particularly love that first stanza…
I find myself grateful
for the existence of semicolons,
little things
keeping my life sentence
half open;
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Thank you, SO MUCH! I’m really glad you like the first stanza, it has been haunting me for a while. ❤
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