The bristling burst of anguish
threatened to shatter my day.
But slowly, rhythmically the long lament disappeared
down into a song
as you took my hand
and held it to your cheek.
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Hi! Thank you for coming by. Wishing you all the best for 2015, Charlene. 🙂
Thanks Susan. I re-wrote this four times!
So much feeling in so short a poem. Bravo!
Beautiful. I love “your long lament disappeared into a song.”
Hi Viva, thanks. The first version was something like “disappeared down the steely tracks” and worse. :0