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Through Darkest Night Comes the Rose

A life may be known
as a disjointed continuity.
Bits and pieces of armor
accumulated,
belonging to the past,
but held so tightly still,
in fortification against
some formless rampart.

So one watches as neediness
rails against the tide of now.
Tears hover near open palm,
one filled with life's rendered ashes,
its tragedies and lucid losses;
mundane solaces holding back nada,
cycled with mirth and connection
they slip away while watching.

A ceaseless slough reveals
each nascent layer exposed -
And there is so much pain
in the dissection, yet.
Yet.
With each loss,
each detraction, a curious toll
chimes deep within.

The heart finds its subtle song
as cleansing occurs -
listen...
Can you hear the tiny bird rise, 
wings shadow-arc across palm
clearing out life's detritus -
letting humility crown,
like water flows to low places
then pools and shimmers
with the changeable wind?

Within each zephyr
comes a pristine space,
an unfolding into peace
a water, sky and wind-walker of a smile,
able to catch the scent of roses
in the pure air of this pen.




Author notes

A contest entry for:
Dante's Inferno-- For those of us who stray from all sanity.
by Symphony.of.Silence

Prompt:

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi retrovai per una selva oscura,
che la diritta via era smarrita.

In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark wood,
for the straight way was lost.

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Comments

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  • Night Hope gold member
    October 19

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    With the various lengths of your pieces and the brilliant clarity contained therein, your writing reminds me, in many ways, of that of my dear friend, CarolDesjarlais. And that, my dear, is one of the highest compliments I could pay you. Congrats on your bronze trophy, simone.



  • SteveS gold member
    September 9
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    Wow...that is some intricate word candy. I enjoyed that read very much.


  • tessfully
    September 8

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    oh Simone, this sings like a gentle and encouraging lullaby in my heart...all feeling no words. Wonderful poem, my friend.


    • simone waters
      September 8
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      Thank you, Tess...

      "...a gentle and encouraging lullaby in my heart...all feeling..."

      yes...


  • crivanea silver member
    September 8

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    shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........they're blooming ....sighhhhhhhhh....i'm smiling wonderfully penned dear

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