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Talk To Me of Daybreak

Talk to me now...of day break Of questing light The sky Salted with clouds crimson with a spectrum of a rainbow at dawn or peppered with grey and raindrops Sugared all with the seeds of a new day The question lies ahead eventually we all must leave I'm tired Tired of mossy hills Tired of rainbows Spare me your rocks with they're glistening gentle subtle hues Spare me your mud brown here red there Spare me your ponds your lily pads Let me get over your lovely hidden pathways you weeping willows Oh please spare me!!! Let me forget the walkways that stretch out so far weathered wood and seagrass bound that far out over the sands bring me closer and closer to your wild undulating blue so grey green blue sea Don't dare me to love the sea anymore That vast grasping calling tumultuous sea Let me forget fine golf course grass yards Forget me flowers Forget me seeds Forget me pine needle soft forest floors and absolutely forsake me tall golden grasses that dip and yaw in breezes Forget me English gardens with archways and ancient swings with fancies and curiosity Forget Me All fish ponds and lilypads Let me forget the taste of oysters Let me forget caviar on crackers with sour cream Let me forget the taste of a fantastically season steak hot dogs and home baked bread Oh forbid me to remember the smell of a Christmas tree and apples fresh from the orchards Or peaches..plums and tomatoes hot from sun Forbid me to want to water a flower again Prevent me want to hear the sound of my footfalls on cobbled paths Beseech me never to think of salted air Forbidden to me to remember what it was to kiss your lips caress your every inch of silk Swim in water Dive and dip and flip Never to fly again when watching a bird Resent and resist in me the coo of my morning dove on the day before her children leave her nest I will not feel it again...I will not long for it if it is forgotten I'll be ready to die then Deny me all I love Make me blind and mute and helpless and feeble first That when I die I die as I came A stranger wide eyed and awed to the glory of life hereafter

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Date: 8/28/2022 1:06:00 AM
You will call and I will answer I will rise at your command for you will have a longing for the works of your own hands Job 14:15.You have beautifully described the shutting down that is part and parcel of the steps to leaving life as we know it.Appetite,then water,past, then present till as you wrote a wide eyed babe awe struck and vulnerable .Beautifully wrought.
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Ingrid Showalter Swift
Date: 8/28/2022 4:40:00 AM
Thank you Vickey I am just grateful that my words have come home again

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