The subtle thread which mends a laceration
is woven through fresh, tender flesh to bind
disreconciled horizons, disentwined
by words sharper than the knives of damnation.
Then, even once that painful separation
is closed, there’s still so much left to attend
to,—wash the wound, put bandages, amend
echoes saddled with righteous indignation.
A stitch is but the means of tying tight
the gasping gash; but time alone can heal
the skin which suffers the ego’s trauma.—
Slow bonds, forming from the wrecks of the drama,
will join again disjointed sides, and seal
the split. The scar will long remain for sight.
Categories:
disentwined, friendship, growth, hurt, life,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Gone now the storm, we foundered on the shoreline
Two broken souls never met in a before time
Similar though distant we had spent our lives apart
You, in your beautiful, solitary world and me in unhappy mine
What conjures fate – a Greater Hand than we know or can conceive?
‘Tis dealt this deck, and shuffled pretty well
Do we then need to make sense of its randomness?
Unpick its mysteries, if you will?
A deck can be shuffled twice or thrice before we find our suit
Yet we are for pairing, all of us, we would find a soul to mate
Less we live a life unentwined,
Where a single heart has a single beat
Or disentwined - if mental anguish prevails - if the bond is too weak,
Or reentwined, as did find the tendrils from our lost souls and our hearts
How quickly they did grow in strength and bore fruits despite the season
We did not need a reason to explain what just union occurred
Cemented forever in the footprint of this world.
Categories:
disentwined, bereavement, wife,
Form: Prose Poetry