Queries.
at Now's surreal boundary
where Should meets mind's edges
loss presents sense
with untimely lamenting
as pebble-tough questions
appear underfoot,
when sting of saline rimes
tear-wet cheeks
in unwelcome patches
as stress faces finality and sad
queries reason by
asking things not understood,
here, as Endings defeatingly
mingle with joys of
Beginnings does deceit's hold
ever let go for belief
to flow on again
in one who so willingly
young-love at first undertook ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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I sense those jarring moments when self assurance subsides and faith in where you fit into the scheme of things capsizes......
. ...... but a slap in the face from the seventh wave of incoming tide reminds you, you've a life to be getting on with and suddenly those tears have done their job..... repaired, at least for the time being.
Outstanding wordsmanship. Beautifully crafted delve into the human psyche. A must for my favourites.
How understanding your comment dear friend and a very big thank you for not only your visit but for adding these words to your favourite list.
... DA put it like I would have put it if he hadn't got here first .. a little masterpiece mistress Fay ...
Neville ........ x
Am blushing right now at your pleasing review of Queries mon ami - and thanking you dearly.......x
Good write Fay.
Thanking you Orchi.
Sorrows only answer is hope, but the journey, as you have so eloquently poemed, rides the saltine stream,
Yes I truly agree - sorrow demands tears at times my friend. Much gratitude for your kind review of Queries.
Wonderful words once again Fay.
Andy
So good to know you saw the reason for asking the questions when loss is so sudden. Thanking you Andy.
Wonderful words once again Fay.
Andy
how much we mourn
those aspects, we seldom
reflect - on, until
it's far - far: too late
to quantify
the why, when and how
of all, that perished
within those
we so fervently, cherished...
Your thoughtful comment on Queries leaves no doubt that you agree there has to be time for questions when loss is all we can see. Appreciate muchly your continued support of my work dear L.B.
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