Friday, August 28, 2015

Solace

Curious cup filled silently,
as if to find a way,
of understanding sorrow;
black cat of inner play.

Solace sipped so slowly,
drank the wine of grief,
stomach surely soured;
Love would find no peace.









http://dversepoets.com/2015/08/27/10746/#comment-99654

12 comments:

  1. Oh ! Wow. Too many things said and unsaid in this very sort poem. Thank you for sharing

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  2. If the wine is filled with grief, then the stomach will surely be soured. Enjoyed this one Ros ~

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  3. LOVE "the wine of grief." Fantastic.

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  4. If only we can rid the world
    of cups and just be
    Awine
    of Love
    that
    overflows
    and justs
    flows
    flows
    as
    ONE..:)

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  5. You had me at /black cat of inner play/.

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  6. There is plenty of sorrow to go around, it seems and many not personally affected by it share that wine of grief. Nicely done. And safe travels, Roslyn.

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  7. That inner black cat caught my heart.. anything black inside makes it hard.

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  8. stomach surely soured;
    Love would find no peace.

    Not easy to grapple with sorrow as the the sadness lingers on with one's emotions

    Hank

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  9. A mix of sorrow and solace, curious cup indeed!

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  10. love the alliteration in the first line of the second quatrain. "Solace sipped so slowly". The repeated sounds, and the fact that the "s" sound takes a wee bit longer to sound out than most other letters really emphasized the slowness with which solace sipped :-)

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