Thursday, March 23, 2006

Abyss of Lost

dark pit stank of burrowed sorrow
draws heart's gaze from all that's sweet
no hope or ray of joy to borrow
the murk of past cements soul's feet

4 Comments:

Blogger herhimnbryn said...

Dear GG,
This piece touched me a great deal and reminded me of something by Gerard Manley Hopkins...
'No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, shcooled at forepangs, wilder ring.............
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.....' ( just a small piece of one of his poems).

i am but a stranger in this blogshpere, but I hope you are well and I send you my best wishes.

02:09  
Anonymous Wandering Willow said...

What a lovely melancholy poem.

15:24  
Blogger Gemma Grace said...

Lovely words, herhimnbryn, lovely words. I am well ~ just found myself meandering down an old path for a short moment. Writing and blogging this little poem helped break the spell.

herhimnbryn and wandering willow ~ neither of you feel like strangers to me : )

20:49  
Blogger herhimnbryn said...

Glad to know you are ok.

17:22  

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