Forgiveness

sorenbarrett

Cloths musty from winters rain of despair need cleaning in spring's bright air
Dirt of months dark pain needled repair brings a clean jacket of hope to wear
Smell of sweat too cold to bathe prisoner of my coat I've been a slave
crust of dirt a second skin falls away a forgiven sin

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  • Teddy.15

    Well, I guess I can safely say this is absolutely stunning in rhyme and meaning, so much dignity acceptance and wisdom. Kudos my dear sorrenbarret 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you my friend for your continued support and your kind encouragement they are always most appreciated.

    • TommyDingo

      Brilliant as always! I am so in awe of your ability! Always a joy to read!

      • sorenbarrett

        You are too kind I thank you for your reviews and most kind words of encouragement

      • rebellion_in_sanity

        Some poems leave no choice other than a resounding fave. The lines "rain of despair need cleaning in spring's bright air"- how I wish I could have thought something like those. But that's wishful thinking. The bow has to be to the master. Not a good poem, but a great one.

        • sorenbarrett

          Rebellion once again you are too kind. Thank you so much for your generous words of support and encouragement they are always most appreciated

        • orchidee

          Good write SB.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much Orchi I appreciate it

          • Paul Bell

            This is like out with the old, in with the new.
            Yet it goes slightly deeper, and maybe forgiveness comes hard.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks for the read and interpretation it is most appreciated

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Soren, this one struck deep. Very powerful. The musty cloth and dirt feel like despair itself, yet you strip it back to hope. That final image...crust of dirt falling like a forgiven sin...lingers long after reading. Honest and redemptive, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks Tristan for your review and comment. It is funny the way that this poem started. I am just leaving winter here and without central heat it is as cold indoors as out. Sitting in the house at 40 degrees Fahrenheit is like a refrigerator and I would wear my coat like a shirt. With the cloudy, rainy cold impossible to wash since it has to be hung out to dry. After a winter without wash wearing every day morning till night you get the picture

              • RSM0812

                This poem is full of emotion and despair. Its imagry has a sad and almost desparity to it. Nice job.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you so much for the read and kind words of comment they are deeply appreciated

                • Goldfinch60

                  We can all move on into a new and better life soren.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks Andy that is a beautiful thought and well appreciated

                  • William Hromada

                    nice, the feeling of shedding the old and looking forward to the new.

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you so much for your review of this piece and your interpretation it is most appreciated

                      • William Hromada

                        most welcome

                      • Bashirah Asuku

                        Wow 😲 nice

                      • Gwen Frey

                        Forgiven sin feels really good when it falls away. 🙏🏼♥️🙏🏼

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you so ,much for the read and words of support they are deeply appreciated. Yes and the one that feels the best is the one that forgives

                        • Andrew Deaton

                          Very beautiful and metaphorical.



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