In the fog of time
I was the singer
at joe’s diner
any friday night
at the sorrowing hour
as the broken shutter
swung ungainly askew
I’d say
hello wind
welcome
you are love’s
beautiful rescue
for that child
who has captured the moon
looking beyond the branches
into a night sky of stars
her hands of creation
are more precious than gold
we must protect her life
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rob kistner © 2023
More poetry at: dVerse
Fist lines of my first poem of each month, its title, and its month of publication:
…you are love’s beautiful rescue… “Love Drenched” — December 2022
…I was the singer… “I Was the Singer“ — November 2022
…the fog of time… “Further” — October 2022
…looking into the branches… “Shine On Me” — September 2022
…a night sky of stars… “Starman” — August 2022
…that child has captured the moon… “Capture the Moon” — July 2022
…the broken shutter swung ungainly askew… “Shooo” — June 2022
…at the sorrowing hour… “Facing Truth” — May 2022
…joe’s diner any friday night… “Joe’s Juke Joint” — April 2022
…hello wind welcome… “Oh Wind” — March 2022
…more precious than gold… “Golden Ko” — February 2022
…hands of creation… “Daily Miracles” — January 2022
…we must protect life… “Ever Present Threat” — December 2021