Dama Claudia’s Lament
another day passes and I think too much
so this sad depression I cannot shake
there are no monsters, no one’s at fault
just emptiness from whence cloying darkness springs
painting my soul with an ink-like stain
with a rope of hanging length.
I seek now for your gentle touch
to help me overcome this ancient ache
what know I of the earth and salt
of happiness and other things …
for I live each day in sordid pain
depriving me of wisdom and strength
I seek so much from your touch
to shake in passion’s exalted ache
the salt of life – peerless without fault
which springs from all those mystic things
that heals all pain and absorbs all stain
which at length will give me strength
© G.s.k. ‘15
THIS WEEK’S WORDS, rhyming pairs, come from Robert Frost’s poem “To Earthward”: touch, much, things, springs, ache, shake, salt, fault, pain, stain, strength, length
a lovely piece of writing.
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Thanks … It was almost finished when I left home and then I forgot that it was in my drafts …
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I’m glad you remembered !!!!! 🙂
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🙂 glad you think so!
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This is Stunning!
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Thanks 🙂
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Wow! This is a fabulous poem! Take a victory lap!
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Yeah .. I’m running! 🙂
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Nice work.
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Thanks Raewyn!
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