If my embrace could stop your bleed,
or smoothing brow make pain recede,
my love would ride, a great white steed,
to mend your bleeding heart.
But my heart bleeds, my soul is bent,
my broken parts sing like lament,
so humbly, trembling, I present
my fragile, shattered part.
If we who, fractured though we are,
combine our fragments, name our scars,
embrace the cracks in ruptured jars,
could we be living art?
The snowstorm today made driving (and photography) a bit of a challenge. So – how about some colour from last year instead?? 🙂 “…treasures in jars of clay…”
My grandmother had one of these bushes at her home, so whenever I see them I think of her–and her very good heart. 🙂 Lovely sentiment in your poem! Thank you!
Than you so much for stopping by! 🙂
Lovely – the photo & the poem.
Yucko on the more snow.
Let’s put out an APB for spring!
I’ll get right on that! 🙂 Thank you, by the way…
ok … I will say it … “I think this one is my favorite!” … but …. I will reserve the right to say that again 🙂
🙂 Thanks Heidi!
Thou art forever living art, whether we twain or we apart. 😀 E
The poet who can’t hep – er, ‘poeting’? 😉
I believe that Americans and Canadians are inherently illiterate… Something about being so far away from the Mother Ship… 😀
*blush* Just caught my typo… 😦
Blush for the soft stroke
of verse across nape of neck,
but never for brush
of a swiftly stoked
for a poet’s dear license
shall never be revoked,
Mel! You are amazing! This is so lovely. I’m glad I happened upon it. What else…where else do you write?
I have a devotional blog – the link is on this one. And a devotional book, too, based on my gardening/ devo blog. I’m just getting going, really – this May marks my first year aniiversary of writing poetry, which has been a joyous discovery!! I have so much now that I want/need to say… 🙂
i believe ouur scars will identify us as HIS1
Melody this is a terrific poem, I really love it. 🙂
So very lovely, Melody! Yes, our brokenness can be made beautiful.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks so much! 🙂