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It was where the songbirds slept
Snowflakes
in thundery
showers of
rain.
stillness
of
old
age
ice foot
kissing
crust of
mud.
killing
time,
soily
palette of
rosebuds
beneath the
rising sun off -
white.
wounded
hands in
wild rivers
unclasped,
before death
to sleepy straw
man.
in thundery
showers of
rain.
stillness
of
old
age
ice foot
kissing
crust of
mud.
killing
time,
soily
palette of
rosebuds
beneath the
rising sun off -
white.
wounded
hands in
wild rivers
unclasped,
before death
to sleepy straw
man.
Published 21st Jan 2020
Author's Note
So to say I'm feeling sad is an understatement, I always thought I was accepted but the truth is nobody ever is not really, I am feeling so lost and alone.... It hurts
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22nd Jan 2020 12:00pm
so deep with emotions you can hear the sadness in your words of loves regrets with the rejection building up the anxiety filling it with loneliness bringing to much sadness to the mind and heart of the spiritual soul i hear your pain as i feel your hurt but yet it always get better with time and solitude for alone time isnt for them its for you...respect
23rd Jan 2020 6:04am
Dear MJ,
This is a lovely write. While you touch on a very sobering subject I love the title and “wounded
hands in
wild rivers
unclasped,
before death
to sleepy straw
man.” I adore this stanza. The visual of wounded hands literally and figuratively is captivating, Kind of reminds me of Lady MacBeth and the wringing of hers. Keep writing it out please, you have a profoundly beautiful way of expressing your sorrow that we can all relate to in one’s own way. Thank you, H🌷
This is a lovely write. While you touch on a very sobering subject I love the title and “wounded
hands in
wild rivers
unclasped,
before death
to sleepy straw
man.” I adore this stanza. The visual of wounded hands literally and figuratively is captivating, Kind of reminds me of Lady MacBeth and the wringing of hers. Keep writing it out please, you have a profoundly beautiful way of expressing your sorrow that we can all relate to in one’s own way. Thank you, H🌷
23rd Jan 2020 11:27pm
I like it’s form , short , but well versed. This is the first poem Ive liked after reading countless of others.
