Faye Gibson Poet Free verse

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I can choose to kill this pain; let it lie
until all sense decays from off the bones 
and upon their bleaching starkness hang
           the chaff of life:
the unsympathetic hello,
the broken vows,
the endless sham of endless tramping 
           to and fro.

I can choose to till this pain; let it live
and learn to love the aching limbs I prune
with sorry Memory’s bitter knife;
hold within my breast this burning seed
till nourished on my blood,
watered with my tears,
new life springs forth from barren years.

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

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Tim Ryerson April 8, 2014 at 6:13 AM So sad but so beautifully and elegantly written...You have already shown that you are one of the best poets on PS...Got a feeling you are going to become VERY popular....Your poetry is so very compelling and irresistable - Tim