That spring, he had been writing to escape
The loss, and had immersed it under tides
Of ink. Not being someone who could ape
An absent feeling, but instead who hides
From other souls to gauge the bitterness
Of rocky shores, he knew the pain was dead.
Dark waters held no life. And less and less
Would he remember things that had been said,
And done, or not. That time was over. Hours
Contracted to a point, and disappeared.
And slowly he found old forgotten powers
Returning, thoughts he long ago had feared
Were gone, took flight as seeds borne on a breeze,
To touch the universe, and moments came
When pain released would bring him to his knees.
And sadness, all around, was set aflame
With beauty. There was wonder to redeem,
And darkness filled with light enough to dream.
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Comments
"...under tides Of ink"
"when pain released..."
I see it all.
"There was wonder to redeem,
And darkness filled with light enough to dream."--you are are on the mend... and a great ending couplet!
Eso!! Self-resucue and the day finally arrived.
Onward and upward, Divorce Bard.
Inapt for rhymes;
Reach into bank
For verse that's blank.
And so you did,
You metrical kid.
That something beautiful can emanate from life's pain.
The injured life gives way to a treasure
Near unimaginable. Beguiling.
A jewel in life beyond true measure.
Natural and pure. A gift of being.
The world is our oyster. Imperfect. Whole.
The pearl - a lithe and unencumbered soul.
And tonight, I need to post and run. A little time looks like it's coming soon.