Ferment.
Say no more lover of mine.
Lower your anchor, forsake anger,
give time its time.
What is broken may be healed.
Taken as token forgiveness mends much
so let sense appeal.
If bent head of regret reaches warm
shores chill might subside.
Low will rise and regretful ferment
can then be cleansed
by the tide of what we once were.
If meant sorry leads us both there
we no more need contend
so, lover of mine, let's start again.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The quote made me think of the between- time before love can be restored. - Hope you enjoy my take on Ferment.
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Comments8
the longer you leave it the harder it gets ....
hope you get my drift ... I would hate to think Mr. O might have swooned again .......................... a great poem and one that all should read and heed .................. N 🙂 x
yeah, that Forgive - part
seldom aligns with our inability
to Forget... and so, we often doom ourselves
to that cycle of unhealed, yet
hurriedly, plunging hearts...
there's a genuine seriousness
to your choice wording, dear Fay
that insures we read and relate on a level
very intimate and personal,
unnervingly-so, at times;
a great write!
In true love's domain, forgiveness is always part of any quarrel. Wonderfully positive write Fay. 😉
Beautiful, Fay.
Making up can be a sweet, sweet time.
The rare commodity of forgiving oft finds its achilles heel in the unworthyness of the forgiven.
Forgive and forget forsake your anger and restart your love .what lovely words.
Great wisdom there, Fay.
Most significantly you do include an apology (and I suspect implied, an explanation) as an initiating part of the process.
Very true words Fay, we must always forgive those we love.
Andy
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