![]() LAMENTATIONA Poem by Betty Hermelee![]() sealing the letter![]()
LAMENTATION
I set my pen on the oak writing desk moist from my tears my cheeks sodden from lamentation my head arches as I stare at my words I secure the envelope with my soggy fingers as my tongue is the texture of desert with burnt sand
I am hopeful that my soul will tinge his to compel his compassion, understanding and epiphany I shall seek to moderate my sentiments as much as my core will sanction nevertheless, I shall not deny my personage
I kiss the envelope as I slip it into the letterbox my damp cheeks dry up as the wind animates tis quite a fine day, I believe it might be worthy for my psyche to take a stroll away from fond memories at the Bridge as it might beget a flood of weep amble out in fields where cows chew on and on could eye them endlessly I am adept at bird calls and I relish their melodies
Tis brilliant, ample to wear my sun shades as I stroll yet with a deep concern about my soldier’s safety word has it that our men are forcing back the Germans which could denote perhaps the war is nearly over
I trust he will collect my letter soon and as he reads it he may indeed slump over as I bare my true emotions to him
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15 Reviews Added on June 8, 2023 Last Updated on June 8, 2023 Author![]() Betty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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