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
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
posted by Gemma Grace at 22:05
4 Comments:
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.
What a lovely melancholy poem.
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 : )
Glad to know you are ok.
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