the arm tears away from the socket-
to clasp It-
the eyes ping pong from clouds to graves-
to get an image of It-
the legs disintegrate ligaments and tendons-
to catch up to It-
the mind tortures the body-
in conquest of It-
peace is It's iridescent, incomparable, embrace
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No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belk4 days ago in Poets
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A kind of disturbing poem - Original however!! Nicely Done!!
Hell yeah! I didn't expect anything like this! As I started in to it, I thought, 'Was this written for Valentine's Day or Halloween?' This is like love poetry from Stephen King to Tabitha! Most original take on the challenge! ⚡💙⚡
It -Must be LOVE!! Well Done!!
Fabulous!!! Love it!!!