Michelle Faulkner Poet Rhyme

Heaven's Weight

Was this, what it was for?
This path of metaphor
Trails of similes and imagery
Summits of sun-tossed poetry

Have I run this marathon
Bulked up my artistic bond
So on pretty words, rely
To bear witness, as you die?

I would return it all, every single line
To feel your flesh warming mine
How weakly, pen and paper breaks
Under the toll of heaven's weight

Now alone, facing the permanency
Of forever, my tears take a knee
I surrender, I concede, I relent, I submit
To whatever relief belief can give it.

Maybe
If I say my prayers
Just right

Maybe
If I cleanse the sin
From my sight

Maybe
The stars
Will show where you are
Tonight.

7/12/20

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Jennifer Proxenos July 23, 2020 at 7:50 AM Such a touching moving write, brilliant Michelle, and ever so true, having your love in your arms cannot be compared to anything on earth or take the place of it. Blessings my friend, Jennifer.

Carolyn Devonshire July 15, 2020 at 12:00 PM Even in the saddest times, hope lives. I love the way you try to "cleanse the sin" and say your prayers hoping to find your lost love again. Beautifully penned, Michelle! Best wishes, Carolyn

John Watt July 15, 2020 at 12:19 AM Deep and moving, profound with the gravitas of life and death and beliefs and loneliness. One of those moments when you need a scalpel and words only can provide kindergarten scissors. "I would return it all, every single line / To feel your flesh warming mine". Wow.

Judy Ball July 14, 2020 at 10:34 AM Beautifully written and well expressed this really touches the heart. Wonderful emotion. Love it. God Bless, JB

Vijay Pandit July 14, 2020 at 7:24 AM I feel the emotions of your write, Michelle--and your originality in crafting these words. Superb ending line.

Winged Warrior July 14, 2020 at 4:20 AM Well executed Michele...a heartfelt verse...love & hugs...^WW^ :o)

Rico Leffanta July 13, 2020 at 2:19 PM Well scribed, but Fate left in God's hands frequently slips through the Old Man's fingers, so best to make the most of each moment!

Regina Mcintosh July 13, 2020 at 5:19 AM Lovely poem that whispers to the heart. Enjoyed and God bless you with many more :) Michelle Faulkner July 13, 2020 at 9:03 PM Appreciate it, Gina, thank you

Joanna Daniel July 13, 2020 at 3:21 AM Sad, but a touching poem, Michelle:) Michelle Faulkner July 13, 2020 at 9:02 PM Thank you so much, Jo

Gershon Wolf July 12, 2020 at 11:07 PM With a heavy heart, I read this lovingly crafted poem --- yet just wordsv--- as I fear that I know what is behind it. May you find your own special faith to strengthen and sustain you, Michelle, my dear friend. Blessings, Gershon Michelle Faulkner July 12, 2020 at 11:55 PM Thank you, your support has always been dear to me, but this is a (mostly) fictional poem, although it is influenced by what is happening with my life now-