It was a dusty blue day
our vessels
our bodies weeping
bleeding
our veins standing out
with fear
that the search
for the body
for any word
would not result in
"She's here!"
We take a moment
to say her name
praying she is
stronger
than fire and stone
wrapping ourselves
closely
in hope over dread
we move on
6 comments:
Very un-nerving, perfect for All Saints' Day.
i agree with Susan, fits all saints day really well..
I sat weeping, on the dusty stone floor. the veins in my body felt like they were flowing with blue fire. I had searched for a vessel with for days. the only word I could say is I am bleeding to death. Sandra is my name.
Your blog this morning reminded me of those searching for lost loved ones in the flood waters. How awful, but even worse when they are never found.
How hard to move on when you cannot bury or properly mourn the person you have lost..and yet we must keep going step by step and emotive and powerful poem - one of endurance and survival..
I agree . . .
Perfect for All Saint's Day . . .
I totally agree, great thought provoking piece, bravo.
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