Waking beside you
I turn and see
the twisted wreckage left
by tourniquet and needle
I see your eyes, black
lifeless, bleak.
I see how slowly your eyes
blink, how your head cocks off
to the side - as though
broken.
Shame in your eyes,
pain so deep
it sears my soul.
You peer out of that deep,
dark place in your Self
waiting.
Not daring to hope, yet
seeking just for a moment
the relief of redemption.
And just in that moment,
I see the Peony, and I say to you:
It takes some plants longer to grow than others.
Some have a rough start,
but then flower into the sweetness
of all their beauty.
What did you think
Comments
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Sagittarius just put me in touch with you and your poetry and I'm so glad he did.
The images you evoke are so powerful: the black eyes, the cocked head, the twisted wreckage ....
yet you are still able to find hope in the sweetness and beauty of the peony.
As Sagittarius says so well, it's a beautiful piece of work.
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This is your best work by far, and that's saying something, because all of your work so far has been incredible.
This piece is so powerful in so many ways - I found myself walking with you, and staring in sadness at those eyes I've seen so often, too often.
The link with the peony was the perfect touch as, isn't the difficulty in overcoming such an affliction so like the effort required in raising this flower, and the reward one gets when it blooms?
Beautiful piece of work.
J
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