Her Denouement

Every day at break of dawn, I

Cradle a new darling—a new fawn

Lightly in my palms (as) fingers leap above a stage of keys in lyrical ballet. This

Infant of a friend will linger—as a song—in my mind until she

Pirouettes—no longer just an unpenned duckling, grey and without grace…

She becomes a swan. I set her free to grand jeté into the open, where

Earth can catch a fleeting glimpse before she fades into her denouement...into the ebb of pixelated ether web, and space.

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-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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Author's Note: I've had the idea for this poem for a long time. It seems silly, but each poem, or story, is like a friend to me. Each and every one of them becomes my morning companion as I throw love, thought, and rawness into them while drinking my coffee before work. ❤️

For this poem, I wanted to capture the fleeting life of my stories. I feel like we put so much work and dedication into our pieces, which enjoy a brief celebration as we publish them here and make them viewable to all. Then, inevitably, they fade into the dark internet background as the attention on them wanes.

While it breaks my heart a little each time, I know that tomorrow, there will always be a new friend. ❤️

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Thank you so much for all your support! 🥹 I'm around a little less these days, but I'm still here and am still trying to read all your wonderful work when I'm able to. 🥹