Marriage: A Metaphor (1)

This is one of three poems written that journal the years of marriage to a man I loved and feared.

 

Tides of malevolent words rush in

Fierce and disorderly waves of wrath;

Roughly they course over all my soul,

Soaking my hopes in a putrid bath.

 

Quick as they cover me, out they flow,

Dredging up grains of Quixotic trust --

Sands that will sink in the murky sea --

Rushing the shore for a second thrust.

 

Shivering, barren, the soul survives.

Tides have subsided for now, but wait:

Nature's predictable, anger's not

Spirit erosion, the victim's fate.

 

by Janis Rooks

Reviews

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This poem was moving. It had a rythem that made it flow evenly. I think the words you chose seemed to help make for more emotions. It was a moving poem.

[Ani Ashford]

Your words are quite succinct, and I totally relate. Thank you for sharing from what I assume is from your depths of the spirit. Many blessings.

[lori c]

this is amazing. your images are vivid. i like the metaphor of water, always changing unexpectedly and with force. ,,,spirit erosion,,, is one of my favorite phrases. well done my friend.