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a sense of mourning pervades my heart
the cloud of moist loss amid a desert of winter
where there once was a family of sorts
what remains are abandoned bones
bleached white by a cold intemperate wind
and by a scorchingly indifferent, yet relentless sun

there is no sweet release from this senseless pain
it lingers not unlike an extended untreated illness
moving in waves of inexorible erosion
against the sands of time with tidal frequency
it recedes for a time only to surface again
when it is brought to the fore by an audience

the sickness of this timeless venture into loss
is the stuff of failed hopes and shattered dreams
it is mold on the cheese and wine turned to vinegar
it is a quart of milk left to sour and a flower wilted by neglect
it is how the grandfather clock goes silent when unwound
there is no remedy for this. no 12-step regimen will cure it

the best one can hope for is a reprieve
a geographic and psychic step back into neutral territory
a way to defuse the angst and put things into perspective
trust that all rest from within is really an inside job
belief that freedom from bondage is the best solace
cutting away the ropes of resentment; falling into grace

------
Stephanie Millican


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The following comments are for "Rambling Ruminations"
by EchoMarm

Stephanie
Oh my!!! I loved it and in poetic form. I'm so tickled . Thank you for this!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: May 3, 2010 )

Beautiful
Beautiful poem. My favourite lines:

"the sickness of this timeless venture into loss
is the stuff of failed hopes and shattered dreams
it is mold on the cheese and wine turned to vinegar
it is a quart of milk left to sour and a flower wilted by neglect"

All that we once enjoyed, that nourished us, has become distasteful, has lost its ability to sustain our lives. Very effective, this.

( Posted by: manatee [Member] On: May 9, 2010 )

Beautiful, Stephanie!
Absolutely beautiful Stepanie...I think this is my favorite of yours by far...yet it is so sad...almost without hope...yet so revealing.

Good job!

Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: May 11, 2010 )





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