bookmarked

dearest, I have not forgotten
where I’ve left off
here, I’ve dog-eared the page
to mark it
and just in case
have laid that small red
feather of an unknown bird
found while reading
beneath our final morning
every now and then
I’ll place my fingertips
along the spine,
ruffle the pages,
glance at our names
scribed just inside,
the pages waiting
for you to catch us up
and find as I have
that between the lines
love does reside
with a grace like rain
and the peace of drowsy trees
whose branches lace
the winter moon

© Sarah Whiteley

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enjoying the silence

Well, my friends, I would not want you to think I have forgotten you. You are not forgotten at all.

To put it simply, I found myself in a place where I felt I could not write what I was experiencing. I think I just needed to feel for a few moments without attempting to put words to it. I’m not quite back from my impromptu silence, but the good news is I’m beginning to feel the cadence of my poetic self returning to me. Unfortunately, I foresee that more of these silent periods will be unavoidable over the coming months. No worries. It’s not indicative of anything you need to trouble yourselves about. Just a further evolution of self.

In the meantime, I’ve missed you and have plenty of reading to catch up on. I will post again,… just not quite yet.

Cheers,
Sarah