In the silent-sorry
sweet solitary songs of
sadness gathered there
in the Valley of Belong
Scattered faces in bountiful bust beauty
bound by wrong to find
in each pocket the redeemable
pawn ticket of life
after a time of collective chorus
each moves with
renewed pride stirred like fire
in the belly of their former
lone beast to rise
softly shining
to claim new-born life
Unless...
"the redeemable pawn ticket of life" - what an image ... unless ... such a strong, thought-provoking poem Pearl - I like it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by the Leaping Elephant earlier - as always, your reading and commenting are much appreciated.
Awww thanks Sharon - As for stopping by Leaping Elephant - I feel precisely the same way when you stop by here. :)
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