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into the mist
a bereft tree
with each leaf of inspiration
picked from it's branches
left bare to face the winter
*
emotionally shivering
without my covering
naked and alone
afraid of what's coming
*
as the fog rolls in
blanketing my mind
it's so hard to see
through the cold mist
*
feeling the words
realizing i'm an evergreen
never facing the world
without my pen
*
I ink out my pain
picking up the pieces
of my broken life
begin anew
Published 11th Sep 2016
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11th Sep 2016 12:25pm
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11th Sep 2016 1:35pm
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11th Sep 2016 2:04pm
Can't get enough of these words, Brenda. Simple. True. From the heart, with much wisdom.
12th Sep 2016 11:11am
Anonymous
11th Sep 2016 2:37pm
The emotional pain is felt, but you made it truly so beautiful. I love the expression in this piece. It is utterly breathtaking.
We all goes through these seasons. It is tough, but does get better.
Sweet ((hugs)) to you my friend. 💓
We all goes through these seasons. It is tough, but does get better.
Sweet ((hugs)) to you my friend. 💓
12th Sep 2016 11:12am
11th Sep 2016 3:20pm
Yours is the most incredibly vibrant ink I've have the pleasure of laying eyes on. I believe that's because your ink is your essence. And how could it not be beautiful when you brand the page with you? Hang in there...winter is a fleeting thing, cold and sharp, with spring on the horizon.
12th Sep 2016 11:12am
11th Sep 2016 6:27pm
12th Sep 2016 11:13am
11th Sep 2016 7:34pm
I've missed your words of strength and recovery, Brenda. You are a beautiful evergreen against a barren winter of background. Keep the faith, sister.
12th Sep 2016 11:14am
11th Sep 2016 7:45pm
Brenda.. you're the tree of knowledge.. and we all cherish your work.. love you!! lovely one..
Dave
Dave
12th Sep 2016 11:14am
11th Sep 2016 9:30pm
Brilliant! I love introspective poems and this one is deep and beautiful on many levels. Visually it reminds me of a poem I wrote thirty-some-odd years ago called "Sleep - Hiding From the Touch of Death" and I like the metaphors reaching out of your braches... great write Bren!
JJ
JJ
12th Sep 2016 11:15am
12th Sep 2016 2:28am
Brenda it is always a pleasure to
read you. There is so much beauty
that you leave upon the page. The honest reflection and sharing of your soul. You are inspirational.
Love
Keith
read you. There is so much beauty
that you leave upon the page. The honest reflection and sharing of your soul. You are inspirational.
Love
Keith
12th Sep 2016 11:16am
12th Sep 2016 6:15am
12th Sep 2016 11:16am
12th Sep 2016 11:17pm
This begins on a grim note, with the barren tree. It's good to know that your own branches are not bereft, that you're evergreen. All the better having a pen to ward off ill winds. Beautiful work Lady Crim!
13th Sep 2016 4:58pm
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12th Sep 2016 11:34pm
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