Sunday, January 29, 2012

'Passing'




 



‘Passing’


Her 
Mind is
Fresh, the anguish
Cleared, subsided once more,
As morphine kicked in, and
Started its cruel magic.

Her
Step is
Light, she walks
Through fields of frozen
Grass, that shocks her soles,
Startles her bare soul.

She
Longs for
Warmth, and soon
The flame engulfs the
Ground beneath her feet, alights
The grass, that’s born

Anew,
And burns,
The shade of
Youth.  She feels her
Body become permeable, setting her
Free, letting her pass,

And
So she
Does, rising above
Herself, the Earth, beyond
The darkness, up, to serenity.

Up.



Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

10 comments:

  1. An interesting form a sad subject to contain the wordle words so beautifully.

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    1. Viv, thank you very much for your comment.

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  2. This is a tear-jerker so tenderly formed and wordled. Very beautiful!

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  3. Interesting poem, do to way you have it lay out but I do like alot.

    But for some reason you font in the poem, doesn't appear right in my firefox browser. Some the letters got replace with symbols. works ok in Chrome

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    1. Don't know what's wrong with firefox...glad you've been able to read the poem, thank you for the comment!

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  4. Live life for the love of it.... yes, we must. Each day, each moment, could be the one where we rise up, hopefully to something like serenity. :) Excellent read...it intrigued me up to the end. And your live life for the love of it makes me feel darn good. Thank you.

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    1. Brenda, thank you very much for your words - the words of this comment, and the words I look forward to every Sunday. Something magical about wordles.
      So glad my motto makes you feel good! :-)

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