this too
shall pass
but
for those
whose soul
was sliced
concaves
are labyrinth
hardly able
to replenish
nor mend
alone
to you i extend
that which i can:
outstretched arms
to swaddle
thought-cushion
for comfort
replete
with all manner
of sentiment
loving dentelle veil
& belief in satin
tomorrow
i call upon
peace
to land
over all.
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6 comments:
This was lovely. My grief feels this cavernous, as though I cannot possible cross it. And yet somewhere in the small recesses of my brain I do know that all things pass. Nothing lasts forever, even pain. I love your thought-cushion comfort. It is exactly as you stated...a loving sentiment.
Thank you Noxy.
The soul as murex/sliced in two? This occurred in my mind, in stanze 2. Thanks for the poem, NoxAlio!
PG
What a lovely thought... most needed... especially now. Sometimes it is the arms extended that heal the deepest wounds.
Nevine
Annie, i can't help but to think it's going to get worse before it gets better ... a sinking feeling ... i hope i'm wrong.
Peter ... murex ... wow ... an interesting take ... as always.
hello Nevine ... it's been a long time ... and yes, especially now ... (outstretched arms are necessary) ...
hey, i hadn't seen your other blog ... i like it a lot (the raw and more personal side) ...
btw, my sincerest congrats re: recent events / change back home, i have my fingers crossed that it leads to a better future and does not unravel once the euphoria subsides ... what turmoil, eh? ... especially next door ... that one, i'm afraid is bound to get nasty before it settles ... sigh ...
thanks for stopping over (and don't be a stranger, ok?)
noxy
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