You comb
my thoughts
and I yours.
Each strand combed
a path cleared.
Each strand untangled
a wound healed.
You comb
my way out
of the chaos
and I do the same.
Every combing gesture
a step forward to joy,
a moment to forthcoming contentment.
All in that one act of combing.....
11 comments:
elegant piece.
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oh, so true! I love how you express the necessity of others helping others to ease the burdens for each other 'You comb my way out of the chaos and i do the same. Every combing gesture a step forward to joy'
Thank you, Shail. beautiful piece. very insightful
Hi Jingle.
Nice you loved the poem.....
New Year greetings to you too Jingle.
I shall read the rules for the Poets Rally Week and try taking part.
Thanks for letting me know.
Dear Hope,
So lovely to read your generous comments and for looking into the meaning of the words.....
And, Hope it's my pleasure...
This is very beautiful, and really speaks to me....reading all of the voices in this community of poets definitely energizes and sparks my work. I think we need that stimulation to keep the well from going dry. Wonderful poem.
very good...reminds me of my sister and I talking through the chaos in our childhood home
Beautiful...
"You comb
my way out
of the chaos
and I do the same."...
Happy New Year :)
Thanks dear Sherrry. Nice you loved the poem and yes, we need this feedback as poets to keep getting inspired to write more and better.
Cheers!
Nice that my poem brought back memories to you about your sister.
Thanks Sheila.
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