Cemetery near Charleston, South Carolina
There is Gentle Mercy
There is gentle mercy
Glimpsed,
At the raw edge of pain.
That to know love,
Is to know loss.
A quiet breeze
Brushed,
Across a sun-warmed cheek.
Word of the Day: diurnal.(adj) recurring everyday. Of,relating to, or occurring in the daytime.
That was just beautiful! It gave so much mood and so much universal understanding in just a few short phrases. I don't know how you do it!
ReplyDelete"at the raw edge of pain" -- great description of something we've all experienced. Very nice poem that manages to address pain in a beautiful way!
ReplyDeleteVery contemplative. I feel this one quite keenly, since my mother passed away just a few days ago. I can't wait to feel that breeze.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry has a way of speaking to me that I haven't found elsewhere. Bravo, and thank you. Keep 'em coming!
ReplyDeleteBubba, I'm sorry for your loss. The breeze will come and with it, a gift of seeing things with new eyes. I look at each experience of loss in this way. Thanks everyone for your support.
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