Open Poetry #48 |
The yearn for grace |
EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Most days you'd dissipate your rain soaked hands would opt to cradle those that marry to your ground the sky of day is hiding in the tomb of thickened clouds no prancing bears nor ballerina pink to mesmerize the hardest of all hearts upon random whims I came to kneel on clover fields this day unprepared to view the darkened panorama that suffocates the heavenly perhaps I'll run to far off fields or rent the charlatan’s umbrella with its rainbow stenciled promise or better yet, I'll stop and pray that it somehow renders grace on me when the silence overtakes this current storm of storms [This message has been edited by EmmaRose (06-15-2013 05:37 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You have chosen your words very well in this poem of overcast sadness. I particularly liked . . . quote: But those three lines were merely the highlight for me, because the complete poem was written so eloquently, if sadly, I could have just quoted the entire poem. ~*~ A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.-John Burroughs ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Stunning write, dear EmmaRose. Your grace emanates from these beautiful lines, drenched in sadness. Just like the sun hiding behind the clouds, your innate grace is not dimmed by your inner storms. Feel this grace as it dissolves the storms ... Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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