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THIS ACHE
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Anthology 2013 Entries, English Poetry |
Like a dancing stream , this grief
is flowing , fluid and brief.
Take a pitcher ,have your fill,
It is the water of love , it does not kill.
Flowing forwards, outwards, towards
the beloved ,like the souls of the bards.
It loots not nor plunders
It simply surrenders .
It cuts Venus asunder
It’s a marvel , a wonder .
This little heart ache;
This Love’s keep sake .
This spirit of the Wild,
This airy abandoned Child,
of the mystic heights
and stumbling flights .
Very subtle thought put across very elegantly.
Needs re-reading and re-thinking.
Reminds me of Shelley’s Blithe spirit.
Kusum
Kusum,
That abstract pain which defies definition but lives within you.
It is subtle and envelopes the spirit like the Blithe Spirit
sarala
Such a beautiful elegant & enticing take on ache & fine feelings penning art ,
As for any one to feel proud & fulfilled to have one such ache simmering in one’s heart…
Liked the poem and its intensity immensely.
Heartfelt kudos
A pleasure – This Ache