elegy verses fall like heavy thunderstorm in midnight November
I summon fire hoping to warm cold feelings
while gazing long through the coming flames
memories of us flow clock ticking
giant's heartbeat pump denial grief
crashing on love sorrow
to all wounds
time heals
eventually
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chaimaa alidrissi
a poet who’s language is expressing emotions through rhyming words 🤎
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The River's Due
The river in our village was everything. Giver of life, bringer of death. It provided you with good fortune or stole your future. It was where the priests baptized us and the grandmothers blessed us afterward, in between the washing. The river’s spirit whispered to us all, every day of our lives. When someone was lost to the river, those same traveling priests claimed God had called them home. We nodded to make them feel better, but we knew it was the river that had come calling for its due. We may have come to accept Jesus as our savior, but had our doubts he would have tried to walk our river.
By Shaun Waltersa day ago in Fiction
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It's a nice poem.