Sunday, September 23, 2012

The storm of soul

The storm of soul shook damp corners,
trapped mind within the cold, lost ash,
climbed high dead memory's mountain;
broke open pain's dry husk.
The bolts  of understanding bore witness,
to all that did remain of self,
and gathered up the bundles of small hope;
to bring salvation borne on brutal winds.


bolts, shook, remain, bundles, bring, husk, climbed, ash, trapped, corners, damp, storm.

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12 comments:

  1. I loved your "storm of soul" and the bundles of small hope."

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  2. Beautiful. We cannot find our true selves, without also facing pain. This is simply... beautiful.

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  3. Impressive and very compact! I love to read these condensed wordles. :)

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  4. The last two lines provide a respite from the soul's storm...which will likely visit again. This is a strong write. I'm glad you are with us at The Sunday Whirl.

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    1. Thanks so much annell, Daydreamertoo, miskmask and undercaws.:)

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  5. Compact and full! Excellent writing! I especially liked: "climbed high dead memory's mountain"...

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  6. Think we were on a similar wavelength with these words, especially with those bundles of hope. Your description of the storm of soul is clear and vivid,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/09/23/darkening-echo/

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  7. A neat poetic expression of 'know thyself' - like a phoenix rising...each new feather of hope aides in our flight.

    I'm here:
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/09/sunday-whirl-75-nuts-and-bolts.html

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  8. Tight write, and quite powerful.

    Pamela

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  9. I so admire poets that can do what you've done here - packed an emotional wallop with so very few words ... amazing wordle

    http://seingrahamsays.wordpress.com/2012/09/22/releasing-an-angel/

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