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Rhymes. Assuaging. In Time.

Rhymes. Assuaging. In Time.

jeanne w.

Rhymes

the language of the heart’s. drop.ping rain

assuaging. in time.

as they sing of my suffering and pain

lyrical broken.prose, extracting

stakes impaled

to the surface, they bring

Psalms of Old, once wailed

made New in This. hence

for me

from the silence

evermore baring Beauty

I see

Beauty. Rhymes.

Assuaging. In Time.

©2019 Jeanne Whitman all rights reserved

jeanne w.
jeanne w.

 

My life has been touched by Pain.  Pain that sears like sun.  Pain that weighs like clouds heavy with rain.  Pain that bares me, strips me... of my strength, my coping mechanisms, my pride.  Pain so big it had to be named.  It's story bared.  

My life has been touched by Beauty.  Beauty sears.  Beauty weighs.  Beauty bares, strips, and then covers.  me.  With Beauty so Big it has a Name.  With a story that keeps being shared.  

I have lived with Pain and Beauty.  From the wings of the dawn to the far side of the sea.  From Missouri to Hawaii, and back.  

This is me, baring... and sharing.  Our story. 

 

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