Creative Writing, Dickinson, poetry, Writing

November 1, 2019

Conscious

I heard the rain patter—as I awoke for life –

The silence of the morning

loomed thick, impenetrable in the air –

As the first breath filled my lungs.

 

The trickle of water – timely against the glass payne

Fingers and toes wiggling firm, stretching long

For truth in what’s cognizant – God’s hand in pure

 

Grey – lively trickles, cold and dense—

held pressure to me

The window soon cleared –

And I could finally see.

 

-Angela Prendergast.

Poem inspired by Emily Dickinson. 

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