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I Kept going -
and in that choice,
I carried the weight of galaxies ,
the silence of stars,
the stillness of the cosmos
and the fire of creation.
The destination remained unknown
but somewhere along the way
I found myself in the journey...
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do the trees feel it?
are their boughs heavy  

with the change
and weight of it?

are the clouds concerned?
the ever pressure

of always building
of always seeking release?

do the wings worry about it?
the lean and pull

into onto
the wind?

despite all the responsibility
in

and of
this world

is there anything
anything at all

that is not
possible?
i’m tired of writing these poems
tired of chasing the right words
for a feeling that never wanted to be named

tired that nothing i write
comes close to the way it felt
to love you
and lose you
and still carry it all

no stanza, no line,
no late night whisper into the void
has ever been enough

the love i have for you
deserves more than language
and yet
language is all i have
Rumbling and grumbling, with colours a’scumbling,
clouds carry rain over expectant land.
Stopping and dropping, tall mountains a’topping,
they empty their bounty from God’s mighty Hand.
Roaring and soaring with rich foam outpouring
there thunders the waterfall over its ledge.
Swishing and splashing with sun sparkles flashing,
the ocean deposits its lacy white edge
Murmuring, mumbling, smooth rocks a’tumbling
carries the river its flood tide away.
Gabbling, babbling, bubbles a’burbling
hurries the brook down its liquid highway.

Gushing or trickling with nostrils a-prickling,
we let out our sorrow in tears of release.
Wearing those guises, earth’s water surprises,
by vanquishing dryness and offering ease.
© Emmie van Duren  13 May 2017
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