Monday, February 9, 2015

Sound of sorrow

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The sound of sorrow echoed,
to burst the seal of pain,
emit the song of grieving;
so is the Soul remade.

The wound of loss does fill,
glass of mind displayed,
another moment honoured;
instill new life betrayed.

The Self so then does tumble,
wrapped tight in fear's fleece,
to fall upon the here and now;
so do we find new peace.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2015/02/07/wordle-198/

7 comments:

  1. Fear's fleece is an interesting concept. Nice poem.

    M.

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  2. I love this poem...it feels like to find peace we have to accept the here and now...maybe that is the only way

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  3. Great use of the wordle words. I realise that the inversion helps the metre, but I also have to stop and think at phrases like "does fill" "does tumble". But this is part of your own inimitable style.

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  4. Great use of the wordle words. I realise that the inversion helps the metre, but I also have to stop and think at phrases like "does fill" "does tumble". But this is part of your own inimitable style.

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  5. Songs and grief are not usually things that we think of together so pairing them here is powerful and makes the reader think of the potential for the Soul to be remade through such an unusual combination.

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  6. Beautifully written

    http://thequietone.net/2015/02/07/new-poem-part-2814/

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