BTT# 75: Let Go

Let Go

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You held me tightly

In the morning

As breezes

Lifted from a

Quiet sea.

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I counted out

The reasons that

Circled round

And held us there

Entwined upon the sand.

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I felt them

Wrap around me.

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                    The memory

                                        Of your skin.

                                                            The promises

                                                                                I made

                                                            And tried to keep.

                                        The gaze of

                    All the world

Weighing out the measures

Of the fix we’re in.

                    The solace of the children

                                        Who now inveigh

                                                            They must no longer

                                                                                Know me at all

                                                            Or know me all too deep.

                                        And the slow pull

                    Of the Eternities

Singing out forever

The other side

                    Of all the gold or tin

                                        Beyond the reach of sleep.

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But now

They just squeeze and

Curl around me,

Where once they seemed

To fill in every

Dark and desperate space.

Now they press against

My breathings I

Cannot utter

If I was lost or saved,

For I am no                                                                                                                                           

No longer there,

My heart having                                                                                                              

Fallen out                                                                                                     

Between the tendrils                                                                                 

Like a stone                                                                                                                      

Rolling in the sand                                                                  

Until that white                                                                       

.;.;.;.;.;.;Bird gently.:.:.:.:.:.:

,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’Lifted it up.^,^.^.^.^.^

,,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,And out and ‘;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’              

,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,,’Over into the sun,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,

;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’Up again.,.,.,;,’,;,.;.;’.;,.,;.’.;,..;;’;;.,.,

,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,Sinking and rising,;,.,;,.,;,.,;,.,;,.,;,.,;,;,.,;,.,;.’.;,.,

,.,;,.,;,’,;,.,;,’,;,..;,’,;,.,;,’.;,.,;.’,;,..;,’Rising and sinking’;;,.,;.’;;,.,;.’.;,.,;.’;;,.,;.’;;,.,;.   

,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;Across,;,;,;,;,;,;,the,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;waves

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• Lona Gynt, January 2020. All Rights Reserved for text and photos by Lona Gynt

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Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar (MTB) hosted by Peter Frankis who asks us to consider Endings and beginnings and endings and beginings.

MTB: endings / beginnings

Here is the sister poem: https://lonagynt.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/btt-35-dont-let-go/