Wayfaring through a weathered wood,
a poet wondered if he could
permit his pen to kiss the pages
with pain, he had held in for ages.
Then sudden as a flash of light
the thunder clapped with all its might,
and from a world beyond believing:
a goddess girl, before him, breathing!
She whispered with her honeyed breath:
“I know we were divorced by death,
“my love, but write! A poet must do.
Let lines flow free, from me, inside you.
Heartbreak and sorrow we have shared.
Your heart with mine, my love, is paired.
And rhyming is my way of living;
for you, it’s healing and forgiving.”
So, in that weathered, western wood
the pining poet understood.
This goddess girl and ghost of grieving
was sent to soothe his sorrow seething.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2022 05:44
- Comment from author about the poem: for any grieving poets...
- Category: Love
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: JudyStella
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Comments3
So beautiful 🥺 writing always heals! And I am glad that you keep writing.
Many thanks, Judy. I always appreciate your feedback and kind comments.
A compelling write Kevin with some well poemed phrasing - -- the intriguing title caught my eye and am so glad I caught the verse.
Many thanks, Fay. Glad you liked my poor little rhymes. Appreciate your feedback.
Such good and true words Kevin.
Andy
Thank you, Andy.
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