Revealed.
Midnight,
sipping on anger uncorks feelings.
Hours of un-watered thirst for reasons shows
raw rancour revealed.
Misused,
bottled solitude births nostalgia.
Caught in a clasp of blighted self pity writhes
abject unbalance.
Blinded,
growing perception of truth berates.
Choices clear pathways to calm's dimension
as sense re-awakes.
Fruited,
newly maturing view reaps candour.
Seeds that tear-sieved grow sweeter acceptance
as thought over-plants.
Midnight,
sipping on insight uncorks spirit.
Time of relentless quiet lets light seep undiluted
thru' dark resistance.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2021 03:55
- Comment from author about the poem: A smatter of Sunday reflection on matters arising from last midnight's sleepless reactions - - - hope you enjoy.
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Comments7
The frailty of our human condition reveals itself when emotions gain the upper hand. The learned side of our condition allows the comfort of tears to flow releasing the balm of acceptance and continuity. The beauty of our condition is revealed in the poetry of life such as falls from your pen here.
Did you get to sleep after this fine write Fay?!
Very emotional write Fay. ; )
Unmistakably mistress Slimm a real poets poem revealed ... x
It is always a pleasure to read your poems Fay.
Sometimes when sleep evades us those hard wrought problems just seem to come into our minds and prevent sleep from coming. Good words Fay.
Andy
(profound and insightful words, yet again dear Fay
thanks you for inspiring these two, (attempted)
continuation stanza's
forgive my temerity for attempting them
like usual I just got carried away by your wondrous Poetry)..
'Misused
ill-fated, wishful diagnosis of forged entropy excuses
As mirrors to our shame-enveloped, belated realisations
rendering all happenstance, to Nature's divine intervention
Begotten
just desserts! For foolishly wasted breath
between
first blink, and ---------------------------- all-things: regretfully - Sans...'
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