Emoly Carr's Painting

She felt like her whole existence was drifting away just like time,
Grief had revisited and shaken the depth of her being,
Fun had eluded her and only left dark emptiness,
A blackened hole that would suck her up and destroy her

Every iota of her emotion was greater than her expectations
All her dreams seemed to be clouded by sounds of wings,
The welcome and goodbye sounds,
Left her lonely and desperate face colored by poverty of a smile

The splendor of sunlight and the sky,
Seemed to play a complete contrasting rhythm from her feelings,
The sun spilled a low orange candle across the sky,
Its warmth was an intoxicating fleeting feeling that inspired a smile, small but smile still

A faint glow started forming in her rejected lonely heart,
It slowly became a healer to her broken heart,
There is always a fragile peace after shattering chaos,
There is always a delicate shred of hope after an unbearable loss,
She knew that this tiny gate of charming pattern will be her guide


14 thoughts on “Wry Dry Day

    1. That is what makes poetry a beautiful language. It takes one to a painless ideal world. Thank you so much for visiting again Alisa, and thank you so much for your kind words! My best regards!

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  1. This is my favorite line – “There is always a fragile peace after shattering chaos” – the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. Your poetry haunts me – I think it’s that gentle cadence of your words and the picture you paint with your imagery. 🙂

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      1. Nice to hear from you too. I’ve taken a break but thought I should say hi to you before I leave for a while. I’m so pleased to see the hope in your poem, it bodes well for me too:-)

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