Friday, May 02, 2008

Melancholy Peace

2 May 2008, 7:09 AM

The torrents come and salt
stings my eyes, rubs in wounds
which should have been long healed.
But this salt solution finds its way
to places still raw, tender to the touch.
Through blinding sheets I cannot see
to tend the wound, so I huddle close,
cling to you, hope the storm will pass,
wear out itself instead of me. The salt
may cauterize these aching lacerations
so summer may find us the humbler,
resting in a melancholy peace.

6 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

poignant words, I like the last two lines a lot

Marianne H. Nielsen said...

Such an emotional piece. Enjoyed it especially the last two lines.

June said...

Seems to be unanimous...the last two lines are great. Stunning.

DaisyBug said...

That is really fantastic! Marrianne is right - very emotional! Thanks!

Beloved Dreamer said...

Very powerful and moving. Great job.

love-bd

one more believer said...

im all wet!...thr blindiing sheets i cannot see to tend the wounds...beautiful piece...

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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