Open Poetry #13 |
Joined in Death |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
“Time heals all wounds”, I’ve heard it said. Alas, it isn’t true. Though years have past, you’re just as dead. And I’m still missing you. Cliches mean nothing to the dead, Nor us you leave behind- Though time may verdant carpets spread There’s naught to soothe the mind. Pain of body well might cease- Through medicants and such. But pain of spirit knows no ease, Though we have sought it much. So time moves on, a weary scroll- We wait with labored breath... Till our limbs, too, grow still and cold, And we are joined in death. |
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Sami Junior Member
since 2001-04-08
Posts 49Ontario, Canada |
this literally gave me chills..very nice flow and extremely well written... ~Sami~ 'Sometimes we think it's holding on that makes us strong, but sometimes it's letting go' ~~Sam Ewing |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Very good enjoyed and agree with this. "“Time heals all wounds”, I’ve heard it said. Alas, it isn’t true." Yes, sometimes the best is yet to be, even if we have to wait for death to attain it. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Pain of body well might cease- Through medicants and such. But pain of spirit knows no ease, Though we have sought it much. How very true... Excellent poem, GS... |
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