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“My Most Painful Howl”

My most painful howl is not
The sound of the wind
Beating its fists against the windowpane
Begging sanctuary from the rain.

My most painful howl is not
A dog calling to the white-faced moon,
An emptying, echoing, hollow bay
For a lover who never learned to stay.

My most painful howl
Is a whisper to my pillow
Where tears—how sharply they grieve me—
Cannot even be held, and they, too, leave me.

*Author’s Note: I am back from the dead/recovered from a nasty stomach flu.  And no, this also isn’t new but I thought I’d post something while I try to think of a poem to write tonight.  My husband gave me two works to spark my muse: “king” and “sword”.  So, that’s my homework for tonight and hopefully, I’ll think of something and will have it posted no later than tomorrow. Here’s to hoping I’m back on schedule and writing “a poem a day”.  🙂