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| image: crilleb50 via magpie tales |
long
have
i tried
to press you
into fulfillment
will i never learn from the past?
i
sit
and wait,
you always
arrive gracefully
it is my weak faith that stumbles
i
count
you as
my only
true fascination
yet time spent alone with you, rare.
Rene ~ 2013
Hey Rene! Wow. I may have caught this wrong, but this felt familiar and made me feel sad, frustrated. Nice work =) Indigo x
ReplyDeleteyour feelings were right on, Indigo. Failed to do's and marching time.
Deleteprecious time....yes!
ReplyDeletethank you, Kathe
Deletetime alone...that is the essence of true emptiness...without it, it is hard...i think you can still be fascinated...but its def a burden
ReplyDeletewithout faith, yes
DeleteBeautiful. My favorite is the second stanza..."it is my weak faith that stumbles" --- yes!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary :)
DeleteI love that too - "it is my weak faith that stumbles".
ReplyDeletele sigh
ReplyDeleteA longing....
ReplyDeleteTouching and heartfelt words. The longing...yes, it comes through well.
ReplyDeleteOh Rene .... so many of us are incapable of learning from the past. This touched my heart.
ReplyDeleteI like the feeling and the shape of this poem.
ReplyDelete=)
I didn't realize it before...but he does look as if he's praying...thoughtful piece...
ReplyDeleteRenee... Love how concise this is... great economy!
ReplyDeleteWow I agree the longing is palatable and the subtle taste of betrayal when someone continuously disappoints
ReplyDeleteThere is always that small chance they might not show.....so exquisitely terrifying !
ReplyDeletelove this form, Rene, and these are so graceful. wonderful.
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