Hidden Treasure
One from my archives brought up to date to bring in the latest loss. Hopefully recitation will follow later once I get it working.
I still hold a trace,
of every animal who shared my path
every man who graced my bed
and brought me understanding.
Every night of hell
in my giving spirit.
The shadow side of every blessing
is the pain and grief
of loss.
I never quite found
The missing piece…
The relic of Saints
The Holy Grail…
I only saw raw soul
and the hidden beauty
in suffering.
© stormwolf 2023
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Vey touching, Alison, and beautifully phrased.Looking forward to the recording.
Luigi xx
Thank you Luigi. I hate when I cannot recite my poems. I like to think it brings out what I am trying to convey more clearly perhaps. Since my move the room holding my pc has changed and it is stacked full of stuff. I managed to find enough leads to get it operational but cannot find the sound cables and yesterday, while down on my hands and knees under the table looking, I smelt burning and my new camera had fallen onto a lamp and was well and truly melted by the time I retrieved it. I shall not… Read more »
A wonderful piece Alison. Each line a tug at the heart, many feel the same but could never express it so beautifully. And of course you had me with the first two lines.
Hi Sue
Seasons greetings. I am so sorry for being so late replying. I have moved house and apart from it being a chaotic time of year, my broadband suppliers have led me a merry dance. I am still waiting for connection to my landline 3 months late but been so busy and bearing in mind it takes on average 45 mins to get through to anybody…well anyway, here I am. Thanks for commenting. I have my sound sorted now so will be posting the reciataion soon.
Hope this is a good year for us all.
Alison xxx
I am impressed with the positive outlook in this. Suffering is real but getting something from it has to be the goal.