Monday, August 10, 2015

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Sin did settle soulfully,
plaster on my mind,
chill of truth so finally;
cry of life defined.

Thoughts did so recede,
no way to know again,
death's rattle as the sigh;
love could not defend.

Scry, the angels whisper,
beat the drum of truth,
stitch the thread of Self;
web of time is loose.

Creek of sorrow narrows,
winding through the years,
kissing banks of memory;
washing loose my tears.

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6 comments:

  1. A wonderful piece. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. So very poignant - and once again i love how you use the prompt words to tease out the story..it is as if you have not only read the words but fully absorbed them and conveyed them to your readers

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  3. Prompt words so beautifully used...

    Here is my poem:

    ​stinging the sin

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  4. Like how you used the wordle ... nicely done! Bastet

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  5. Oh that last stanza.....wow....that resonates and the words are written so poignantly and beautifully.

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