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There are days and nights,
in our stories:
forty days, and forty nights,
seven days, and seven nights,
and only the third day came alone.
If your third day comes,
you are walking home, love,
but if the nights fall in succession,
dark and boundless, come to me.
I will remember your summer- the pillar of fire
is carved beneath my breastbone. Forty days,
my love,
and when the night comes, rest.
in our stories:
forty days, and forty nights,
seven days, and seven nights,
and only the third day came alone.
If your third day comes,
you are walking home, love,
but if the nights fall in succession,
dark and boundless, come to me.
I will remember your summer- the pillar of fire
is carved beneath my breastbone. Forty days,
my love,
and when the night comes, rest.
Literature
Semi-Sweet Home
i.
Someday maybe they’ll find a way
to pin every piece of a moment
and share it in the clouds,
but they haven’t yet
so I have to write you the sticky weight
of a summer night drive on I-40,
alone with the music and the lightning bug
still glowing green on the windshield.
There’s the scent of sun-baked honeysuckle,
sweet in the cooling dark,
and the so-Southern smell of cowshit,
the earthy green
that makes nostrils instinctively contract,
but there’s nothing
quite like
the low tide mud funk
of my sun-dyed, muddy barefeet childhood
to bring home-tears to my eyes.
ii.
“You’ve got quite a reputation
around her
Literature
left and alone
Lucinda
i feel sadness in me, i walk alone and my lover has left me for another. I cry, but no one can hear me. Im walking alone to a mountain near my village. There's so much snow, i cant really stand, i stumble and fall, i get up again and it goes on for hours i think. i look up, i think im not too far away from the mountain. I know from a legend that hundreds of sad girls who had been left, go to the mountain and jump down, thats why the mountain's called "Sadie". Now i am the one who will jump from it, that thought makes me happy. Im just one of hundreds of girls, im not important. My thoughts wander off to my lover "why?" i ask myself, w
Literature
solitude
i am
trying to pull myself away
from this feeling
that consumes me inside
your absence is in
every object that surrounds me,
entangling loneliness
in the air
its all i can feel.
the time rolls onwards,
and onwards,
dragging me along
as i wait, as i wonder.
(i just want you to
come back.)
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The people who need this poem know what I'm referring to, but in case anyone wants to explore a little deeper:
The pillar of fire is from Exodus 13:21.
(Jonah was also in the whale for three days and three nights, but I didn't want to confuse things. (Jonah 1:17))
Forty days and forty nights are a good, solid scriptural number of 'em. Three important instances: Noah and the Flood (Genesis 7:12), Moses on the mount (Exodus 24:18), and Christ in the wilderness (Mark 1:12). The Israelites wandered in the desert for forty years.
Job 2:11, 13:
Now, when Job's friends heard of all this evil that was come upon him, they came every one from his place; Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite: for they had made an appointment together to come to mourn with him and to comfort him....
So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that [his] grief was very great.
The people who need this poem know what I'm referring to, but in case anyone wants to explore a little deeper:
The pillar of fire is from Exodus 13:21.
(Jonah was also in the whale for three days and three nights, but I didn't want to confuse things. (Jonah 1:17))
Forty days and forty nights are a good, solid scriptural number of 'em. Three important instances: Noah and the Flood (Genesis 7:12), Moses on the mount (Exodus 24:18), and Christ in the wilderness (Mark 1:12). The Israelites wandered in the desert for forty years.
Job 2:11, 13:
Now, when Job's friends heard of all this evil that was come upon him, they came every one from his place; Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite: for they had made an appointment together to come to mourn with him and to comfort him....
So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that [his] grief was very great.
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I'm not one of those people who need this poem, but it did touch me. I loved that I could relate it too to those bible stories I have read.