it is times like these
when sacred voices cry
wind in trees
and Gaelic haunts
when to feel the breeze
inside the still box
shadows crossing
closed eyes
to once again
taste her lips
on mine
and feel again
the pain
of remembering
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Hi, Jorc! It’s so good to see you again. This is a beautiful, sad and powerful poem. The sounds in the lines are fantastic. I hope it is not sadness for someone in your own life. I know poems aren’t always about the poet, but I still worry
Thanks so much for sharing this lovely piece.
Julie, i think we all live with the jagged pieces of broken hearts. A child breaks a mother’s heart, a lover, a friend. After a time we start to heal. Most of the time all is fine, but sometimes memories stir the heart, and when they do, those jagged pieces are sharp and they hurt. So yes, the sadness is mine, but I know I am not alone, so please, don’t worry!
Thank you always for reading and caring!
Jorc
I love the gaelic haunts; how perfectly melancholy!