Friday, March 18, 2011

The Morning




She walks
as the glistening waves beckon
transparent, crystal clear
smashing current upon current
No time to breathe, to mourn.

Determined, a different woman.
One who has tasted of the coldness of life.
A seething mystery
unknown and unexpected.

Crashing into the bellows
Raging violence.
No time for anger, to cry.
Transfixed into numbness.
A state of being.

Unknowing, not expecting
seeking serenity
peace of mind.

As the gulls encircle
crying out to one another
a gentle breeze
trying to soothe, to remain.
Another dawn approaches…

Mourning subsides for another day.

12 comments:

  1. Water soothing the pain of grief, without ever touching as much as her feet. It can do that.

    A sweet sadness throughout that speaks to me. Thank you.

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  2. once again you captured the essence of the photo,do so enjoy your writings.

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  3. Wanna thank you for this piece. 'Mourning subsides for another day' :)

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  4. yes, a sweet sadness for sure, and yet i see the hope and beauty of being in it too.

    No time to breathe, to mourn...No time for anger, to cry...Unknowing, not expecting seeking serenity peace of mind.

    to be - to be! in the moment like that. that is some real learning going on.

    soft and beautiful writing and living.

    xo
    erin

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  5. Its always a pleasure to read your work ! Very nice

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  6. Crashing into bellows...I can relate
    Excellent write Lori.
    ♥ ஆεlεɳa ~.^

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  7. heavy with emotion...and sometimes each day is a victory just in the living...

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  8. its significant just how many of us this has struck a chord with,and how many want to reach out to the walker x

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  9. jute...you are absolutely right...there is something about grief and determination that resonates with all of us.

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  10. How wonderfully you convey the emotions ... feelings and struggle in dealing with one's personal hardships in life. I love this line "Determined, a different woman.
    One who has tasted of the coldness of life. A seething mystery unknown and unexpected."

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  11. I know this feeling.
    Very nice piece.

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