Enough
of these sorrows,
Spoke out my heart
They have been many
And they have been weighty
And the gap between them
Brief
They are part of me
But they are not me
And then appeared a magpie
Flash of turquoise
Between the sun and the branch
Just the one for sorrow
A shower of griefs
Rain down
Rain down
My heart cracks open
Wider
To contain this new, unwelcome sorrow
A flight of swallows
Takes to the sky
Towards a horizon steeped in grace.
Nicola Lytle, Brighton
Comments on: "day fourteen" (3)
no word unnecessary to create such beautiful description, thanks Nicola, x
Exquisite pain
Profound, beautiful and sad.