There is absolution
In the curve of your shoulder-
The ecstasy of grief and longing
And the places we once belonged.
It's never as easy as the things you say.
It goes too deep right now -
A shadow in living skin,
And darker things so rare
That we do not name them.
All will build, finish and fall,
Dripping warm and static.
Press harder -
Maybe it doesn't mean anything
If we can't see it happening.
No time to dream -
Light bleeds through the cracks
Until our hands are clean -
Our refuge and renewal.
We shine and seek to mend,
And with no wind to steal our words,
We claim them and render them pure.
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Author:
CindyB (
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Cindy - how have I missed your postings until now - after having read and re-read this gem of a verse I just have to search for more of your work - - a poet's poem that weaves words around romance and sets my skin atingle - first class writing my friend - and saved to my favourites
Again, thank you!
a real delight if I may say so...
Neville
Thank you 😊
ANGELA HERE - Thanks for sharing CINDY ! We all strive to be PURE and ABSOLVED - but it always requires REPENTANCE and feeling sorry for our actions & their consequences ! The bigger problem is keeping PURE - AMEN !
Blessings Peace & Joy
Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡
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Lifes Waterfall - THANKS
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