is there a catch-line when it comes to saying thanks–?

train signals break night’s eye,
hushed whistles, caught in thick high-voltage wires,
and—i—hang between them,
not like someone trapped though, or
kept prisoner, just moving a bit slower, pulling
softly from a place of warmth, light
glow of cheeks in certain pale-ness, swarms of
ions, pacing dark sky with a hand full of frail clouds aside— not
verified, or proven ground, just space to feel how
intimate you kiss within a room of healing,
nestled in calm pools of neon light,
“gotta go” i say, then hold your hand, for just another heartbeat

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we’re writing acrostic thanksgiving poetry at dVerse today…i’m thankful that hubby’s recovering quickly, he’s still in the hospital but looks like he’s going to be back home on friday

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40 responses to “is there a catch-line when it comes to saying thanks–?

  1. “and—i—hang between them” – deuced clever.

    ““gotta go” i say, then hold your hand, for just another heartbeat” – oh my!

    A good acrostic is one you don’t even notice until someone says. 🙂

  2. ““gotta go” i say, then hold your hand, for just another heartbeat” we have these moments in our lives…every moment can be one of these moments. It takes a special skill to used words in this way Claudia

  3. I love the line also…”Gotta go..but first–one more heartbeat to feel.

    The “good news” is good!

    Thank YOU for remembering in unique,
    yes, UNIQUE way,
    our Thanksgiving Day!

    Gratitude is the life-saving (soul-saving?) word today for us–US!
    PEACE!

  4. I didn’t realize it was an acrostic poem until the end credits. It’s a lovely moment you shared and are grateful for. I’m grateful for you and your heart filled , spot- on specific poetry. Happy Thanksgiving, Claudia.

  5. I’ll take those first two lines with me: “train signals break night’s eye,
    hushed whistles, caught in thick high-voltage wires”. Beautiful. Happy Thanksgiving!

    Greetings from London.

  6. There is so much to be thankful for, Claudia. Great acrostic. Glad your husband will be coming home soon. Have a great (rest of) day.

  7. i am thankful that your hubby is ok…and that you got to enjoy a train ride on the way to see him….lovely visuals…i love trains…being at my moms i get to hear them early in the morning and find comfort in it….

  8. THis is a wonderful poem. For me it has a spiritual quality to it in the notion that our spirits get hung up on the technology of the world we built. It doesn’t stop us but slows our spirits down. Well done.

  9. Beautiful, inventive acrostic, and what wonderful news you have for Thanksgiving… Nothing matters more than being with the ones you love. Take care, Claudia, and HappybThanksgiving!

  10. such a beautiful and delicate transition from the train signals to the slowness and tenderness of a hospal rm to that last moment of the parting hand…actually brought tears..no minor accomplishment..smiles

  11. hushed whistles, caught in thick high-voltage wires,
    and—i—hang between them,

    Great lines, I thought — but the way you developed them was inspirational.
    Blessings.

  12. Acrostic or no, this is a great poem! Personally I don’t do acrostics, they sap the poetry out of it for me and make it seem like a brain-teaser/puzzle, but when I see someone pull one off and make it as poetic as this… well done

  13. so glad to hear your hubby’s doing well and going home 😉 it means everything!

    “i…hold your hand, for just another heartbeat” – says it all

    best wishes and many thanksgivings! 😉

  14. A really lovely poem – I love the come and go – you are always there, but the tug of time – hours closing, and the sense of lingering and longing in the ions and that last handholding. Very pretty poem. Many thanks to you in general, Claudia – what a wonderful person (and poet) to know. I feel very blessed. k.

  15. A perfect poem of thankfulness, this, Claudia; one of my favorites of yours. You took real events, genuine emotions, and perfect poetic pitch, with the Acrostic simply an afterthought; or at least it seems that way since the power of your sentiment, your love, muscles out the form it was barely held within; kudos and hugs to you and yours.