WL Schuett

Tears of Thorns

Quiet light breaks the fields 

played out a thousand 

times untold . 

Lost in the ceremony of fire . 

 

She stood naked in the hours 

 and wept with no tears . 

Trying to make herself 

invisible

beneath the thorns of the

Rose .

 

surreal in a moonless night .

Born to the world

in the light of a candle .

Surrounded by the quiet

verbs of kindness .

 

Her voice was without seasons .

Ringing bells not heard in any church .

Waging war on emptiness,

darkness and storms of

despair.

 

She can make words

sing or bleed ....

sometimes both .

 

She reads  my poetry like it is

her own private orchard

with fruit you can’t wait

to taste .

She can warm the hearts of

people born to stone .

 

I knew  there was a

majestic mountain

obscured by clouds of thunder .

Coastal tides shed their skins

and danced in the inland forests .

She seized onto the light

of her singularity  

and finally brought forth 

her tears . 

 

Comments8

  • Fay Slimm.

    Brilliant artwork and oh how I enjoyed that beguiling verse full of good metaphor . Thanks so much for sharing them both.

  • myself and me

    Lovely paint. Marvelous poem.

  • Christina8

    This is an absolutely beautiful write! Santita already highlighted my favorite verse. Always a fan of your poetry but this one is a gem! Nice picture to highlight it! Thanks for sharing!

  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Beautiful painting...
    Beautiful poem! A great
    Read! Thank you!

  • Michael Edwards

    Bill a beautiful write and a stunning painting - couldn't ask for more.

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write WL.

  • FredPeyer

    Too many great lines to mention them all! This beautiful poem should be published in a book!

  • Seek

    Many stand alone lines here, pointing to the majesty of this work. Than you for sharing.



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