My Wee One
Life’s agonies wash over me
Enveloped in extremity.
Hide my wee ones burial shrine!
Ruddy boughs cover withered hands.
Eastern winds lift wings of shivers,
Plaguing pain gives birth to rivers,
I'll sip the ancient wine and bless
and curse my faint forgetfulness.
Life’s agonies wash over me
Enveloped in extremity.
Hide my wee ones burial shrine!
Skeletal
bones and Bloody vines.
Woven
branches, divided strands.Ruddy boughs cover withered hands.
Eastern winds lift wings of shivers,
Plaguing pain gives birth to rivers,
I'll sip the ancient wine and bless
and curse my faint forgetfulness.
Sorrow is part of the shared human experience of love and loss. We all have to pass through it.
ReplyDeletePadre Viejo, yes it can be lifes greatest challenge, very tough. Which line of the poem did you feel the most emotion? I am thinking of submitting it for a contest.
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