She Bleeds, She Queries

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)

That Longest Moment

I do not know

If the second prolongs

Or if time abruptly

Stops —-

That longest
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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/