Tuesday 4 October 2011

PARCHED

Grief is a
solitary burden
to be borne
over
rough terrain.

Without direction
my bearings
become
insignificant.

Supplies are
destined to
dwindle
at just
the point
from which
there is no
turning back.

Trusted guides
prove, suddenly,
unreliable
and speak
only in
their own
tongue
rendering them,
as your loss,
unfathomable.

7 comments:

  1. what a poignant and very personal thing to share. I love it. Thank you.

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  2. Oh this is one from the heart, Pen. A rocky road indeed :o(

    xxxx

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  3. So beautiful and poignant Pen, thank you for sharing your gift of poetry!

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  4. love the succinctness and potency of your words Betsy...
    and thank you for coming by!
    Go well...
    S

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  5. poignant, succinct, very moving poem

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  6. So true, meaningful and poetic, Pen.

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  7. WHERE have I been!
    I have missed so much...this piece leaves me speechless dear Pen!
    oxo

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