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Linking with earthweal for the weekly challenge ~ water
The sea hath no king but God alone. ~Dante Gabriel Rossetti
My father is a sky full of clouds and he weeps
For season that shall never be
My mother holds to her bosom
All that is left of me
I flow to the farthest oceans
Through rivers tattered with waste
Hurting those I lean close to
By the ones that have chosen to take.
Heartbreaking
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Hope
Promise
Back again...
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That opening line is so beautiful!!!!!!! Draws me right in.........those rivers tattered with waste hurt to think about. Wonderfully expressed, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteThe Rossetti quote is a wonderful proscenium to this vastly crashing sound of waters rising. Well done, and thanks so much for bringing this to earthweal --
ReplyDeleteCarrie, I think this poem comes from a very deep place...as deep as the ocean perhaps.
ReplyDeleteI love this voice, the water we can't live without. And what a picture, a thousand words. Thanks!!!
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