Grace Granted

Lonely Listen

To the beat of your own flesh in your ears

Forgotten fancies

Another plume of cigarette’s remembering

Hedonistic hatreds that poured from his skin

Into your river of regrets

I know how to sit and witness

My own watching even if

The pain still pierces my periphery

God granted me grace

In many a mystic meeting

Allowed me to pray past the hour of my timepiece

Creation cradled me

The lack of sadness sweetly startled

As I started to notice

The unflinching beauty

Of everything

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

If you can notice the unflinching beauty of everything, give thanks for the ordeals that led you to that point. Many never get that far.

[A Poor Player]

Sage words John. John O'Donohue says only those who suffer are truly beautiful. Because the light that darkness leaves when it goes is a precious one. Thanks for stopping by.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we can concentrate on our regrets or maybe look up and away from them, and see all the beauty around us that can have creation cradling us in its arms....so that we can write of everything.
Love it.
j.

[Franky]

Excellent poetry skills. I'm on my 5th reading of this trying to explore its meaning. This is very cerebral.

[A Poor Player]

Thanks Franky for your review and your read. Glad it held some mystery. I believe the best poems are just as much about what is not said than what is.

[Franky]

I agree. But I love puzzles. I'm a mensa puzzle person. I love figuring it out. Lol
read moreI agree. But I love puzzles. I'm a mensa puzzle person. I love figuring it out. Lol

I can relate to much of it for sure. Maybe that's why it intrigues me.