Morning Theft
By
Lisa A.Williams
(Jeff Buckley Prompt 14)
Ungrateful
we close the space
where time heals the wound.
Chasm deep-
we feed on that sorrow
beneath the stolen morning mist
we try to wipe from each others
eyes.
We send it to the depths
where shipwrecked
it lies on a floor of sinking
sand,
anchored by the heaviness of our
theft of a newborn day.
This is so heavy, feels like drowning, suffocation, survival-based existence. Powerful Lisa wow!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, such an honor coming from one of my favorite poets.
DeleteThe sadness is threaded through your poem like fine silk.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully human.
Thank you.
Delete"Chasm deep, we feed on that sorrow".....powerful image the "theft" of the morning. Wowzers!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry.
DeleteAt first I thought the last line read theft of a newborn baby... still very sad. I like the idea of sorrow as shipwrecked.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laurie.
DeleteUngrateful
ReplyDeletewe close the space
where time heals the wound.
like this Lisa powerful indeed
Thank you.
DeleteI feel the depth of your emotions ~ This is heavy Lisa and I hope you find your peace ~ Cheers for a wonderful week ahead ~
ReplyDeleteThank you, hope you have a wonderful week as well.
DeleteHow time just flies and one is all the more poorer for letting it go! Happens all the time! Sad! Nicely Lisa!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you Hank.
Deletestrange but it's true,
ReplyDeletecause it often happens,
you try and comfort it
and the hurt deepens.
Very true,we seldom give the hurt space to heal...very poignant.
Such melancholy in this...healing can take such a long time...
ReplyDeleteThank you for commenting Susie.
DeleteThis is very moving. I felt the depth of emotion keenly... and the despair at the end. So sad but well expressed!
ReplyDeleteSo melancholy and evocative.
ReplyDeleteWhew...this is so felt, so deep and so achingly good. I love your writing Lisa.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer.
Delete"We close the space where time heals the wound..." Sometimes, we sort of wallow in it, the pain, the loss. Sometimes, we cannot bear to look at the wound in the first place.
ReplyDeleteThis poem packed a punch, Lisa; it reminded me of the years I struggled to understand that incest by way of my father was not my fault. A heavy abyss of a poem, yet so moving. Amy
Some things are so painful, it takes years to come to terms with them. Thank you for your comment, all the best.
DeleteI really appreciate your comment.
ReplyDeleteUngrateful
ReplyDeletewe close the space
where time heals the wound.
Chasm deep-
we feed on that sorrow
You've uncovered a deep truth here. We may need to be reminded of sorrow in order to experience its opposite, joy.
Thank you, always nice to hear from you.l
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