I hold my
breath and the future
arrives just
as water rushes in
We knew we could
only hold for so
long as earthly containers
fill
To brim with
other matters
more when considering
roses and thorns
There’s no fixing
any of this
the world just starting
to bleed out
For POETIC BITS OF KERRY in the Imaginary Garden xoxo
One can only hope that the bleeding is the first step towards a difficult healing.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza of your beautifully crafted poem gave me chills and an ominous sense of foreboding. Bleeding out most often fatal.
ReplyDeleteWe cannot do anything but to accept that the future we always have dreaded is here.
ReplyDeleteI echo Magaly's sentiments. Would that humanity have acted sooner. There is no certainty of recovery now.
ReplyDelete...and the future arrives. That is often many people's nightmare, whatever the scenario. I feel the desperation in these words!
ReplyDeleteOh my we bleed out to be reborn in a much brighter light
ReplyDeleteAck! I feel the pain of this bleeding.
ReplyDeleteThat's certainly how it feels these days.
ReplyDeleteOh my aching heart this is poignant!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said ... and I wish I did not share your view.
ReplyDeleteAnd we bleed out with it. How I wish this wasn't so.
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