Counter-currents

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Love and time- limited only by

their motivation and direction

 

Sadness is an emotional storms

reaction to rain only we see unending

as it reverberates inside our lives, minds

and we can’t honestly explain- anything

 

Is it really so terrible of me

to sit here nearly praying, selfishly

that there was really someone else

to blame- for your sudden leaving?

 

Memories- ought to be called cruelty

when they plague you like a disease

blocking the present and my reality

from making new moments or dreams

 

How was I to know- time was a lie- in truth

and we don’t have all we want or need?

How was I to know time would steal you away

when it ran shorter for you than does…for me?

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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14 thoughts on “Counter-currents”

    1. Thank you much for reading and commenting and yes, many memories do act in this way. For me, I think the cruelty aspect is predicated on the depth of love in which they were created…or in some cases, seared into our minds by devastation.

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