Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 124
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I feel your embrace in my deepest of dreams
and I realize love is a refuge that cannot be torn down
bullets are feathers that carry no weight
hatchets cannot swing that far
death is a bridge we all must cross
heading north
but love is a compass that points in all directions
back before I knew the ache
of an empty chair at the table
my heart was a roaming lion
and your love was a tree branching out
that kept me safe
I rested upon you full weight
the fear of falling never crossed my mind
my heart had never known the pounding
of hitting the ground so hard
now I roam streets on my own
hunting for places
that no longer stand before me
yet I feel your embrace in my deepest of dreams
and I have come to know
love is a refuge
that cannot be torn down.
I feel every line of this poem, Carrie. The brave wandering lion heart, the safe refuge, the hard fall, and then love becoming the refuge. Sigh. So beautiful, this poem of yours.
ReplyDelete"bullets are feathers that carry no weight
ReplyDeletehatchets cannot swing that far" - great imagery!
Carrie! Outstanding poetry. Every line, thought. Deserving of a Gold Medal!
ReplyDeleteI identify with the empty chair, and the wandering alone. Love comes still in dreams.
ReplyDeleteBeen there, 51 years. It may not be torn down but sure is pushed waaay back. We've been married now 47 years. I didn't recognize my ex at our granddaughter's wedding. But then I had to sit beside her for about an hour. Very nice poem, romantic too.
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"love is a refuge that cannot be torn down
ReplyDeletebullets are feathers that carry no weight"
Carrie, this is a wonderful poem of the heart.
I really love this. Loss is, indeed, a ripping of the heart and of the known. But it is wonderful to know (and feel) that one can find refuge in love (and memory).
ReplyDeleteI love your interpretation of the image.