Exhausted
Collapsing down the storm damaged wall
Into a crumpled heap
50 feet below
The precipice of my heart
Watching my tears erode my cheekbones
Like ancient rivers
Cutting into the canyons that are my soul
I observe my breath
In and out in and out in and out
In deep wailing staccato bursts
I dream of the Cape and sand mountains
That you and I climbed with golden
Slivers shining on us
As summer turned to fall and the waves
Began to crash with a churning burning
Ferocity
When you pledged eternity amongst the sea grass
Time did not stop
And here I sit, heaving
Grieving
Alone
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
3 comments:
So sad when love doesn't last but, I see from your short bio you're with the love of your life and a domestic goddess too. So, maybe this was a very old love and not the one that endures now.
Lovely, but sad.
so sad you've captured hear break so
well in this poem.
Your poem speaks of love lost. Nicely done.
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