Can anyone
resurrect love
that died in the abyss
of betrayal?
For that love
would cloister itself
in the quiet halls
where hurt does not exist.
A contest entry
- resurrection by Saffron.
700 points, ended April 3, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i felt those few lines very powerful...
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I have read this and re-read this, and I cannot tell you how much this resonates inside me. I love the brevity of it, and your careful word choice—I adored how you described that love would cloister itself where it could not get hurt.
Thank you so very much for composing this wonderful piece for this contest, and for sharing your talent with me.
Saffron


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excellant choice of words. cloister itself? what a perfect choice.
Thanks for this. -
Simply beautiful.
I really liked this.
Deeply echoes.


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Commentary
At first, I was somewhat confused about the meaning but then soon found myself re-reading it again and still the metaphorical taste was left in my mouth. Keep penning Di and good luck
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hurt
is it hurt or the abyss of betrayal, love that elusive grail..

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Unsure
for if truely love then resurrection is always a possibility.
Jim

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