Tumultuous skies rained
On soft feathers.
Stretching the whisper of touches
He reached for her.
She could not see through the veil
Yet felt the touch,
Leaned her head to the breeze,
Aching for more.
Responding to the need,
Creation paused.
He withdrew his hand, thunder rolled,
Clouds broke apart,
Tear soaked feathers lifted, waved,
Sunrays poured through,
Stroking face, smoothing fears,
Soothing sorrow.
Eternal memory,
Moment in time.
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Poem © Copyright 2017 Robin McShane
Photo by ‘hotblack’ at Morguefile.com – thank you
Magical, Rob. I guess we need both gentleness and power
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Thanks Derrick – yep and how much power there can be in gentleness! 😊
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Absolutely
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This is beautiful, Rob. Read it several times – wonderfully written!
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Thank you Betty.
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Very poignant, Rob, and very beautiful. I’ll be adding it to my favorites page on my blog. 😊
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Thank you so much Dorinda! That means a lot 😊
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You’re very welcome, my friend! ❤
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