chime in
with your majesty,
cut through the thick august air,
scolding my thoughts
as though a tear
was wrong...
shed for a little lamb
a full century & a half gone,
set among roses
trunk thick with time...
the past smells possible
& close by
heavy with sorrow.
momma, your name is carved
trickled soft by rains...
it saddens my heart
to see your gift
stone cold
reminding me of our
present postures apart...
i am trying to learn
what this means
to feel your love from where
& live without your soft hugs.
3 comments:
I love that first line: chime in with your majesty
The berry post was delicious!
Thanks for sharing.
Frances
http://blogjem.com
PS Maybe we could get you to come up with a poetic little something for the group site.
absolutely wonderful...i am so glad you are joining me in this retreat...off we go...blessings, rebecca
frances...thank you so much...& as always, i will do any post when you need one...i'll try my best! & thank YOU for being SWB's blogmother.
rebecca...& i am glad to join in this perfect autumn retreat!
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