Is it the wound of her soul
that grieves,
for the universe has swallowed
her courage to gamble
what might have been?
Is it the wound of her soul
that paints
the shades of fear
of suffering
from surrendering?
Again, she queries,
“Which pain is greater?”
(September ___, 2014)
Painting credit: Broken Heart by Patricia St. Clair http://www.paintingsilove.com
(September __, 2014)
I do not know
If the second prolongs
Or if time abruptly
Stops —-
That longest
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m
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t
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When our eyes suddenly meet
Anticipation and surprise entangle
In that subtle smile
That longest discourse in quietness
Enough to comprehend
The unspoken
Like the conversation of my heart
To the sun, the moon and the stars
On a hopeful night
As it vividly paints in my memory
To capture my delight
To liberate my fright
When two souls nod to fall
A second
Becomes forever
In that fastest moment to fantasy
And the slowest second to reality
Painting by artist Carolee Clark Source: http://www.dailypainters.com http://caroleeclark.wordpress.com/
