With grace you tenderly caught my tears,
let them trickle across your palm.
With pride you held the strength
of the world in the other hand.
And with each moment, through the years,
we nurtured each other like psalm.
Held tight insuring we could go the length,
forever, to be one we stand.
Yet quietly, slipping silently through mirrors,
the days soothed like aching balm.
Slipping past, beyond, out of arm's length,
like a shell buried deep within the sand.
Til one day at last, had to face all fears,
letting my soul come to rest, be calm.
For lost from all my being it's strength,
when left to live my days upon this arid land.
Through grace I tenderly caught your tears,
let them trickle across my palm.
With pride I held your strength
for the world in my other hand.
Petrina Lesko
October 2011
linked to dverse OLN
let them trickle across your palm.
With pride you held the strength
of the world in the other hand.
And with each moment, through the years,
we nurtured each other like psalm.
Held tight insuring we could go the length,
forever, to be one we stand.
Yet quietly, slipping silently through mirrors,
the days soothed like aching balm.
Slipping past, beyond, out of arm's length,
like a shell buried deep within the sand.
Til one day at last, had to face all fears,
letting my soul come to rest, be calm.
For lost from all my being it's strength,
when left to live my days upon this arid land.
Through grace I tenderly caught your tears,
let them trickle across my palm.
With pride I held your strength
for the world in my other hand.
Petrina Lesko
October 2011
linked to dverse OLN
28 comments:
very reflective piece petrina and tenderly written...holding your strength is a great image
It is that tender moment when we hold hands and confide our sorrows with each other. It is what comes after emotionally as one that just cannot be described. But you did it beautifully!
Hank
"we nurtured each other like psalm."
I LOVED IT!
John
to me this is the great circle of love and life...we being there for eachother...sometimes strong, sometimes held...
This is so lovely. Strength and tears so often mingle.
What a sweet poem. A hint of melancholy surrounded by warmth. Great piece. =)
- Nick
A poem about caring and pain. Sometimes it's all we can do and you do it tenderly here. Well done.
'nurtured each other like a psalm'..what a beautiful line..Jae
What brian said--a circle that fulfills itself.
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Hello.
My first time visiting from dVerse Poets Pub.
This is tender & sad but perfect in every way. Love the imagery of completeness.
Very nicely expressed.
Thanks for sharing.
The Last Kiss
You fooled us on the dVerse Page in thinking this would not be much...this is wonderful! Beautiful and sad all at the same time. A wonderfully weaved journey! Bravo :)
This is beautiful: heartwarming, heartrending, and heartbreaking, all at once.
Kay, Alberta, Canada
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Lovely. Thank you.
very beautiful piece.
very beautiful piece.
An incredibly touching, beautiful piece... A story of life long love.... sad too, though you didn't say that she was living her days alone... I inferred it..
This was beautiful, and spoke to me in a special way.
I'm sorry to read that you are facing some grueling weeks. I hope that your poetry helps you through this time.
A beautiful write.
Anna :o]
Beautiful and melancholy piece, lovely images.
lovely lines...nicely crafted words!
You've described such a beautiful and reciprocal relationship. Lovely.
Some beautiful lines in this. lovely.
i love the sound of "slipping silently through mirrors"
:)
This great loss shared is made even more poignant buy the fist and last stanzas being a repetition.
Beautiful poem!
do like how this piece came full circle... a depth of love many will never experience
Looking forward to reading more. Great article post. Thanks Again. Fantastic.
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