Grief Passages Rewritten
Shards of shame lay splintered in unresolved pieces ~
Bits of crystal if only intentions not repairable
Minutes of I wish regret unreachable, not revived ~
Lifeless echoes sighing with no resuscitation
In a whirlwind tornados uproot shallow graves ~
Screams at the unknowable why unanswered
Yeah but excuses expletives and bargains with denial ~
Blank face of truth paces - bound restless essence
A star at midnight, maybe, a wishing star bends down in prayer ~
Points to the northern light always there
Could it be time makes a way ascending from ashes of stone ~
Grace has its own mission - acceptance
4-23-21
Contest: Grief in twelve Lines
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
As long as possible,
unless hurts are not repairable,
we need to support, and be loyal,
to those who have touched our hearts.
It usually happens for a reason,
we may never know.
Who will be left,
if our judgments are all black and white,
never seeing shades of grey.
To my tired bones
To my aching flesh
To my shredded heart
Who will calm & balm
To my wounds afresh
To my heart in distress
To my very being ,to my longings
Who will soothen & balm
I'm broken down shattered
I can't think upright want love badly
I wait every night passionately wondering
Who will lend balm to calm
Who will wrap my broken heart in linen
Will someone mend it!
Or just hold me tight ?
I'm broken
But repairable
Could you care a little
Or am I a hopeless case........!
Better to see anything in dreams.
Universal beauty holds out it seems.
Transformation into beauty to behold.
Tragedy of real life ever so cold.
Exemplifies fantasy in ones mind.
Real life sometimes is so unkind.
Flying in a dream; sends a passion.
Learning the truth seems old fashion.
Yet truth holds the key to ration.
Dealing with all; takes a toll.
Reality hurts; dissipates the goal.
Each day can bring new dreams.
Allowing peace to grow from seams.
Making the unbearable; bearable.
Satisfying the mind, also repairable.
In the future
Apartments
Will be
10ft x 10ft
Because that’s all
You’ll be allocated
(If you’re lucky)
Along with a door number
And a single key
Most are without windows
As outside
There is no longer
Anything one would wish to see
And Government instructions state
THOSE WITH HOMES!
STAY INSIDE!
OR PAY THE PRICE!
LOSE YOUR LIBERTY!
OR YOU’RE LIFE!
Sparsely furnished
They will contain
A trestle table
Which will count as a bed
Not likes the ones
On which we presently
Rest our heads
Against the wall
There will be
A computer desk and swivel chair
Where you can sit
To immerse yourself
In the now stripped down
Government controlled web
To avoid this now un-repairable
Post Blair pre-apocalyptic mess
Anna Archichek
We know of this disastrous event
As we now know of the spills extent
All these years they had time to invent
A remedy for repairable descent
We allow them drilling consent
To represent our resourceful contents
Our geology is picked up by their scents
Millions of years are turned into cents
In Scotland we have oilfields called the Brent
Where the same companies represent
There is always the element of torment
For nature there is never a lament
All they are interested in is their percent
One day they may be held to account and repent
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-8.php
Growing up you were very strict
You were a great Mother
You never encouraged childhood friendships
These were too silly
I was like all the girls my age
My actions were labeled
Ridiculous ludicrous and juvenile
I always felt like I was being left out
You always had allot of love for those around me
It was like a cake with too little icing
Shallow in parts, no one would notice
Unless they were to take a closer look
You talk about our differences
These, will never be solved
We would have to erase the slate and start
Back before I was ever here
All these years I never knew what was wrong
Until a dear friend helped me by talking
Telling him of your quest,
To fix the un-repairable
Being the little bird that was
Pushed out of the nest too early
Was always different
Waited for you to say you Love me
You, never could tell me you loved me
The way, I wanted to be loved
I am spiritual and have been alone for so many years
I got through the worst of times
If only you knew, what you missed….
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