Damning Sorrow, For Love
when I heard
Miss Piggy laugh,
on those days ?
I would be OK
between the oceans
of pain, we had paddled
to meet
plastic bags of magic
hanging from fishing poles
wheeled in, by flying nuns
with blessings
of water and love,
we divined ways to forget,
the moments in minutes
when agony pushes through
to shave another piece off
our shared sheer will,
and eating the pieces
were the demons
we all harbor,
unwilling jailers
of repeat offenders
spot our roll-call
barf jokes became
our Da Vinci Code,
and when one of us
started losing ground
it was you who brought
us back around,
the eternal clown
no frowns allowed
rest in Elysian fields
my darling,
in the wee hours
eternity crept from eyes
and misted with disbelief,
from the oceans we traveled
we drink a drop
to you our funny love,
and damn all sorrow
to another day
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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