Spirited away
waving slow goodbye
sixty seven days
floating face up
belief buoys me
Feet sink faster
Feel them calling me
Under muck’s fragrance
Lost in letting go
Your process is yours
Sixty seven days
Timid eyebrows lift
Yesterday’s perfume
Will not be rising
(No room for surprise)
Bangles are silent
Been a long, long time
What is disturbing?
Leave discovery
Pick it up later
Counting sidewalk cracks
Sixty seven days
You hid briefly, here
Single file through stream
underwater life
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oh my....sixty seven days is a very long time....well done!
Posted by: Kathe W. | June 01, 2015 at 09:15 AM
Sixty seven days - that's sum bobbing! Enjoyed this.....
Posted by: Helena | June 01, 2015 at 10:48 AM
great imagination !
Posted by: Sandra | June 01, 2015 at 02:02 PM
Feels like Deaths slinky embrace , but theres nothing to be afraid of , we westerners just dont handle it well , i sometimes feel
Posted by: Kutamun | June 01, 2015 at 08:37 PM
A most bittersweet goodbye... and yet still always moved and always wise and refreshed in knowing her way.
Posted by: Karen S. | June 03, 2015 at 07:18 AM
Idea of 67 days is intriguing.
Posted by: Theresa Milstein | June 04, 2015 at 10:25 AM
I love the notion of timid eyebrows...lovely...
Posted by: Tess Kincaid | June 05, 2015 at 12:25 PM
Love the repetition, really connects the poem. I also enjoyed all the little details: timid eyebrows, yesterday's perfume, bangles are silent
Posted by: Bohemian NERD | June 06, 2015 at 06:48 AM