[My lame attempt at freeverse poetry, for whatever it’s worth.]
Softer, more buoyant than ocean water
Welcome as a warm spell in January
and sudden as a summer squall
hot floods of tears from some unknown cistern rise up and
caress my face like
the loving touch of the mother I longed for and never had and
my fears and doubts fade and dissolve
Relaxing, not scared and
Melting into this dark warm and unfamiliar place
I sleep but never forget.
Ascending to the surface through an ocean of dissolving dreams
I cry out to the stars: Where are you? Who are you? How did you know?
I wait and wait and wait and I
hear nothing but the endless silence of the stars and
the crashing of the waves on the faraway shore and
the beating of my heart and
I wait
Then the answer comes: I’ve always been here.
Look inside and then look up.
Loving arms reach down and lift me up and
hold me like my mother should have and then I hear these words:
“You have passed this test.
Now, armed with the twin swords of truth and light
the dangers you faced can no longer harm you.
You are strong, you are safe and
God anoints you
with every tear that falls.”


Lame? It did what good poetry does it conveyed longing and pain a n d triumph. Brava!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, I haven’t wrote any poetry since college and it sucked back then. Maybe I’ve improved. Glad you liked it!
LikeLike
Reblogged this on galesmind and commented:
Beautiful poetry .
LikeLiked by 1 person
Bravo……written……sorry my grammar troll popped out there….. π lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brava is the feminine Bravo masculine. Thanks you so much thought
LikeLike
Oh I’m sorry I thought you was American speaking English. ….you’re welcome
LikeLike
Though* opps sorry it slipped out again! Silly me π
LikeLike
I am an American with an opera background. How nice of you to be s very helpful.
LikeLike
*so
Yes that’s right a secretary in the opera house. ….. then you retired and dedicated your life to stalking in fact didn’t you just spend the first two years of your retirement insulting my life π I am afraid I can’t return to gratitude but I do apologise to LOH for this ridiculous conversion ending up on her blog. Although finally speaking to me rather than about me is something of an improvement.
LikeLike
Let’s keep things civil around here. I don’t know the whole story behind what is going on but any further antagonistic comments between commenters will be removed or disapproved. That goes for everyone!
LikeLike
Like your poetry, thanks for sharing it. It speaks to your inner strength inside for what you have survived. Relate to the warm weather in January, wanting to feel that thaw, and the emotions about your mother.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Now I’m kind of glad I posted this.
LikeLike