Sunday, November 18, 2012


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


  1. "the redeemable pawn ticket of life" - what an image ... unless ... such a strong, thought-provoking poem Pearl - I like it.
    Thanks for coming by the Leaping Elephant earlier - as always, your reading and commenting are much appreciated.

  2. Awww thanks Sharon - As for stopping by Leaping Elephant - I feel precisely the same way when you stop by here. :)