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.
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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.
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Oh ! Wow. Too many things said and unsaid in this very sort poem. Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteIf the wine is filled with grief, then the stomach will surely be soured. Enjoyed this one Ros ~
ReplyDeleteLOVE "the wine of grief." Fantastic.
ReplyDeleteIf only we can rid the world
ReplyDeleteof cups and just be
Awine
of Love
that
overflows
and justs
flows
flows
as
ONE..:)
You had me at /black cat of inner play/.
ReplyDeleteThere 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.
ReplyDeleteThat inner black cat caught my heart.. anything black inside makes it hard.
ReplyDeleteYes! This was an aural delight!
ReplyDeleteOuch. Elegant pain
ReplyDeletestomach surely soured;
ReplyDeleteLove would find no peace.
Not easy to grapple with sorrow as the the sadness lingers on with one's emotions
Hank
A mix of sorrow and solace, curious cup indeed!
ReplyDeletelove 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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