She moves with an air
of
unbearable sadness,
and limbs heavy as
thousand year old tree branches.
She is unclaimed,
unforgiven,
not chosen,
not living.
She lays on clean, white sheets
in a cool, dark room
and drifts off to
sleep
away
what was supposed to be her
life.
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And no doubt, she stays a matriach to her spirit.
Beautiful as always, Sara.
btw, thanks for being there for being the other day, with the post I wrote.
hugs
I wish I could be even more supportive to you. Please don't ever take down your blog. Know that even if some people give you a hard time there are many many more who care and enjoy your work immeasurably.
Sara this is quite possibly your best piece. It has a magic spel in it.. it is inescapable.... i can not lose it... this one tests out all my pretences all my passions...
deeply elegant...
Crimson,
wow, thanks. Do you know that you saying you think it is my best work really makes me believe it?
A thousand times over thank you, my friend.
I am so happy my love for ' She ' is understood by its composer.
Sara, another of my absolute favourites from your beautiful compositions is ' This is the heart of darkness '
you wrote it way back in october. These two are specially dear to me.
Keep writing my friend...only our words constitute this state we liv and die for ...
and thank you for writing on ...
The Ringing of the Bards is up at http://knockingfrominside.blogspot.com/2007/07/ringing-of-bards-storming-bastille.html. Thanks for your contribution!
weeping willow, dry your tears for she has written such beautifully melancholic poem about you...
...seriously im in love with the heavy tree branches line, glad to drop by again from the carnival. :)
This is something special indeed. I really like how the just the line "she lays on clean, white sheets" creates the shimmer of hope that is then destroyed. You're writing is very also distinct, which is something I find very important.
beautiful ....as always...
'' she of the shores...''
and thank you for being there my friend.
shakir
Oh my goodness, this is so beautiful with those images telling a sad story so well.
I always like sad poems, probably because it's the kind I tend to write too and this one is so well written. I love the words "clean white sheets" it made me think of a blank sheet of paper (empty) like her life. Nice poem.
this poem flows within the sadness it portrays. this is an unbelievably tender work. thank you for sharing
I love all of this... except maybe the line "air of unbearable sadness"
The poem is strong enough without it!
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