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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

Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2022

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Vickey Rhymer 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. Login to Reply 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