Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Look...



 
Piercing blue, cutting deep
wordless stare
permeating my soul;

Curled lip, pursed tight
wordless disgust?
wrenching my gut;

Hollow arms, busy now
wordless work
leaving me desolate;

Bitter heart, arrows deep
wordless sorrow
forming forgiveness;

Aging eyes, piercing blue
wordless words
and still, the look.

 
Laurel. Thinking again.



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6 comments:

  1. ugh..those arrows can hurt and pierce our soul if we don't choose to forgive...glad you decided to do so..

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  2. Forgiveness is what it's all about, but it isn't always easy.

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  3. I enjoyed the flow and the repetition in this poem, tha sort of brought to light for me,
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  4. I can only guess at the emotions that ,au lie behind that stare, that you describe so piercingly.

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  5. that does not feel like a very comfortable look at all...smiles...well built inyour description though...

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  6. So painful. That wordless place can be such an echo in a broken, hollow, trying to forgive heart. My heart goes out to you, Laurel.

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