“turning clean”
endless turns mark the hour,
the hand moving
through whatever pain waits,
its cold watching
set against a heart
already bruised by the ringing
keeps its own pace,
a kind of steady proving
the day carries
a cry held low,
quiet running through
a stretch of dark,
the road longer walking
twilight thinning into a soft fading
the weight settling,
the breath tightening
smiles try to hold the daylight,
brief staying
grief rising again,
its circle returning
affection gone thin,
a ghost drifting morning
the wish for what was still there,
still reaching
inside this drift,
this looping turning
we look for a small lift,
a breeze easing
the chest for a moment,
enough of a clearing
to keep going, to find
a corner worth keeping
.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hope you all enjoy this. It comes from a certain place🕊️🙏
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Comments2
Your poem captures the struggle to find solace and meaning amid life's inevitable cycles of sorrow and renewal.
These words raise like smoke drifting through light and dark making bends and swirling trying to find meaning and shape in a world of change from day to night and seasons. Well written my friend
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