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| Morning Fog |
Coming through the fog
Ah
my siren
felt feeble –
my siren
felt feeble –
the plumped
preen lean –
yet
now in spite
of this single stab
seeped fulfillment
preen lean –
yet
now in spite
of this single stab
seeped fulfillment
cheat – I shake
the sodden to leap -
truth emblazoned
on my soul –
to climb
the
mountain –
flee fear
hold tight
to my
chest
the reap
of all
that
is
righteous-
past to
future –
see them –
feel them
feel us -
standing-
shimmering,
warming chilled blood -
bolstering burgeoning
this ever unquenchable happening of hope
gathering – here, there, everywhere,
coming through the fog, coming through the fog
Lovely to see you, Pearl. I most love "this ever unquenchable happening of hope".Without hope, we cant endure........may it keep coming through the fog.
ReplyDeleteOh we need that hope... and through the mist it comes.
ReplyDeleteI love this part:
ReplyDelete"hold tight
to my
chest
the reap
of all
that is
righteous"
Life has these moments of torment and gradual relief normally associated with the loss of love or the person we loved. Hope as always is a faithful companion that we trust more than any other that will bring us safely through the fog.
ReplyDeleteWow! Intense read. Good one.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Pearl
ZQ
I shake
ReplyDeletethe sodden to leap -
truth emblazoned
on my soul –
to climb the
mountain –
Gorgeous phrasing!! xo
I love the way you build this to crescendo.
ReplyDelete"this ever unquenchable happening of hope
ReplyDeletegathering – here, there, everywhere,
coming through the fog, coming through the fog..." Love the sentiment. Love the poetic expression...