Tuesday, February 11, 2014

No longer



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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10 comments:

  1. Those two last lines get right to the heart - head held in hands that no longer hold you.

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  2. Agree, those last two lines - wrench. Sigh. Great stuff. Thanks for linking up! Voting opens soon!

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  3. This is filled with angst. Beautifully written.

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  4. Once again.. this is just great poetry.. nothing worse than those other hands.

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  5. Beautiful from start to finish, but those last two lines really do strike home. Wonderful poem.

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  6. Oh this is gorgeous. I felt those last lines in the fibers of my heart.

    grief traced long lines, as
    sorrow held her head in hands
    that no longer held you.

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