The space between us is a canyon that has been weathered by storms of time.
Days gust past with dust from yesterday’s squall and I reach to you; my fingertips grasp at nothing but the breath from your lips. The crevasse is so wide, my voice couldn’t reach you. Shouts come out sounding like warm breeze.
I’ll fill this canyon with tears and I’ll swim to you, no matter the swiftness of current. I’ll pray for an earthquake to shake the soil beneath our feet, reminding us of our journey.
I love you, no matter where the dust takes us.
Photo courtesy of Kalen Emsley/Unsplash
[ Smiles ] Wow, I love your romantic poetry!
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Thank you!!
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[ Smiles ] You are welcome, Danielle!
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I like the concrete, “rocky” images–the pebble, the canyon, the earthquake–and the contrast between the arid feeling evoked by “canyon” and (my favorite) “days gust” and the tears.
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This is beautiful! “Days gust past with dust” is a great line – overall the word choice makes for perfect imagery.
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Thanks, Laura!
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How very poetic this was! I just love the detail you put in your description.
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Aww, thanks Melony!
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I love that you’re sticking to prose poetry—my favorite! The way you wrote through the longing of the poem so well made me feel that there was reason for hope in the relationship. Would you like cc?
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Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it, Nate! Cc like carbon copy on an email? Hope I don’t sound too much like an idiot here…
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sorry, constructive criticism…
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Yes, please!
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And LOL. Carbon copy?
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