Into the deep forests,
the baritone winds
has had their time.
The yore of ailments
glows, as the admonished
walk through, searching.
She is like many of us.
A transient
whose slumber travails.
Sedating,
what is to come
she awakens
again
caressing the void’s
that haunt her.
I know how she feels.
Sweet idles of solace
has enamored my Cri de coeur.
In the mist,
the sojourners epilogue is
approaching.
What good is a drifter whose
accession traces a hollow journey?
Heeding to bliss,
she rouses
to what is dead.
Guided inwardly,
the wilted flower
will have her bloom.
She is lovely.
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6 comments:
Very moving...thanks for sharing...hugs and love,
Joyce
This was good, thanks for sharing and I do love reading these.
Hugs,
Christina
drop by to say ""hi" and thank you for the nice remarks you left at my blog.
What wonderful art in both picture and words! Keep up the great work and thanks for sharing.
Lee
Thanks for your comments guys. I appreciate it. ~Raven
wow....amazing art!
..I'm serious.
Gem
I have certainly missed much in my absence from your journal, I too love that painting. I see two ladies walking, perhaps her spirit double but in the tree just ahead I see a faceless face sort of haunting. She to me is very brave I don't think I could go out walking at night like that, well especailly since the blaance nerve was removed when they removed my tumor and I stumble around like a drunk in the dark. LOL You are so very gifted.
Blessings to you,
Marlene - A Poet's Point Of View
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