[From: "The Last Journal of Gwyllyn"]
A beautiful sadness, a sorrowful joy,
there are no suitable words to employ
for rightly describing this looming desire,
this living catastrophe of bright gentle fire
which blazes in darkness and thick quietude
and thunders in silence and content solitude,
with a wordless wisdom from beginning to end
unseen yet beautiful, all sorrows to mend.
3 comments:
I really love your poetry. I have just stumbled upon your page but i plan to return as soon as I have some time.
Hi Ina, thanks so much - I'm glad you enjoyed what you've read. When you find your way back here, maybe comment and let me know the pieces you especially like. I see you have a poetry blog yourself, so I will definitely be checking that out. Thanks again!
---todd
Thank you. I really struggle with time because I work full time and also publish on allpoetry.com- I publish the same poems I then add to my blog (not sure if you have used it or have and active account- it is good as you comment on each other’s poems). Thank you for your kind comments. I am still learning (especially on Allpoetry)I will come back this weekend. I was surprised you have no comments since your poetry streams straight into one’s heart. Lovely imagery and emotional language.
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