In a time of pure connection,
the
serpent rose and called,
that
all was lost, unforgiven,
and
grief traced long lines, as
sorrow
held her head in hands
that
no longer held you.
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So poignant.
ReplyDeleteThose two last lines get right to the heart - head held in hands that no longer hold you.
ReplyDeletePowerfully done in so few words.
ReplyDeleteAgree, those last two lines - wrench. Sigh. Great stuff. Thanks for linking up! Voting opens soon!
ReplyDeleteThis is filled with angst. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully done
ReplyDeleteOnce again.. this is just great poetry.. nothing worse than those other hands.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful from start to finish, but those last two lines really do strike home. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteOh this is gorgeous. I felt those last lines in the fibers of my heart.
ReplyDeletegrief traced long lines, as
sorrow held her head in hands
that no longer held you.