Poetry

[Original_Introvert]

The kiss that said “good morning”
the heavy robe and soft duvet that protect my fragile bones
the moment of true, gracious loss when I was free
my breath on the air and dew on young life
sparrows, like Christmas baubles, hang from the ends of branches in clusters
Sol rises through ribboned clouds; pink, orange and yellow

The violent sorrow that forces a tear to my eye
to injure another, but I must
the pain of two offered to shallow water
to be washed away so that I might breathe once again
a bird comes near, watches curiously
aware of my struggle perhaps

The gift of comfort from my own self
to learn of my soul; so beautiful, so far away
what light, what purity, what joy!
for which I can but vainly strive
such desires for gentleness, for truth, for relief
not of this world, but resting elsewhere

Gloaming light streams through supple, translucent leaves
like a jug of pomegranate juice enjoyed alfresco
a rare gift to be enjoyed only for one week each year
the warm bottle that soothes my aching belly
now distant memories of unbearable, raging emotions
eased away by sounds of ancient woodland
peaceful, quiet oblivion comes over me
and I wander home once again…