I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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6 October 2017

Slightly Broken

Slightly broken by being 
so deeply misunderstood
(divine light fractured
lying spilled on the roadway)
I crawl off into invisible.

Mixing with grass and scrub
and thick leaf-litter, lacy fragments,
torn off, remain briefly. Soon 
the weather will turn them into
part of the earth and the air.

Resting alone tempts the wounded
into further silence. Today
you become far away, you become 
the nothing you would make
of me. And I am merely gone.

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8 comments:

  1. Unknown6 October 2017 at 17:14

    oh that is sad

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  2. Iulia Flame6 October 2017 at 18:08

    It's almost like a riddle. xx

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  3. Jim6 October 2017 at 20:57

    This is such a sad poem, Rosemsry. Written so well, sooo forlorn the tone.
    My answer? Please don't necome the friend I miss: (I'm thinking you'll have to paste the link)
    http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-single-impression-miss.html
    ..

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade6 October 2017 at 22:12

      No, the link was 'live' in the email notifying me of this comment. My goodness, this poem could well apply to your 'friend', couldn't it?

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  4. Barbara Temperton6 October 2017 at 22:28

    Sad, but I like it. Thanks, Rosemary.

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  5. Sherry Blue Sky7 October 2017 at 00:28

    "And i am merely gone".....in wisdom and strength, a tactical retreat.

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  6. Unknown7 October 2017 at 04:55

    The lines "Mixing with grass and scrub ... remain briefly are haunting and exquisite. It is melancholy and lovely.

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  7. ✿8 October 2017 at 10:57

    Excellent piece.

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