sunrise
frees the cynical coals flaring
in my heart
blesses the vermillion wounds
of my soul
speeds in a blessed contagion
to forgive
frees the cynical coals flaring
in my heart
blesses the vermillion wounds
of my soul
speeds in a blessed contagion
to forgive
the fragile futures I've outlived
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Pic: Yesterday's sunrise over Mackinaw Island bay. Water and celestial bodies make me so happy! The birds on the water are geese, not swans, but the scene reminded me of Yeats's "The Wild Swans at Coole."
4 comments:
Very nice.
Beautiful photo and poem!
I like the idea of outliving a future. I'm taking it to mean something you thought would happen that didn't.
Thanks, Gillian and Nicole!
StephLove--yes. Many expectations and assumptions and especially about Scout. I feel like I'm being tedious about it, but it hurts every day.
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