by Myrna D Badgerow
Friday, February 13, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Sometimes it is not about the destination... it is about the journey. This piece is set in the tankabun form.
I watched rising sun
Slip above the horizon
Of my empty days
And I cursed its intrusion
Upon misery's comfort
I remember them... those days of preferred darkness, mornings of comfortable sadness, and nights of unrelenting despair. Time offered no mercy and I certainly did not see promise in its passing. Sun still rose and set, clouds and stars still decorated skies, and journeys continued, but I?... I held fast to grief, embracing it, clinging to shadowed chaos claiming my soul, only sometimes begging for one moment of compassion, one moment of truth's oblivion. But slowly, so very slowly, the honesty and acceptance of life began to seep into my being, to fill the empty days. I was finally ready, willing, to see that compassion must often be born within. Perhaps this is the truth, the gift of time's mercy and the promise of every rising sun.
© mdbadgerow 2009
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|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Myrna, your work is always filled with depth of heart, and it makes us see past the simpleness of life, to grasp the meaning and understanding of each and every moment that life brings us. Even within sadness and despair the sun still shines waiting for us to arise, just as the day begins with its sunshine...
truly nice work...
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|An uplfiting and excellent written piece.I enjoy reading it.Your words and feelings can give hope to anyone that there is light at the end of the tunnel.take care
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|The beauty and sadness of your words I understand well...also the promise of a new day...
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|It's like opening one eye at a time... just making sure the light of day can offer some hope. Excellent insight and write.
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|The beauty of your wordes is excelled only by the message. In this you have givenus your depth sadness, to be matched and excelled by hope and going beyond. "Tis a beautiful read, and a keeper Me Luff.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Insightful and filled with hope for those who may feel weighed down with despair...well written and presented.
|Reviewed by Stan Grimes
|Sometimes I slip into the luxurious darkness and never want to come out. It's not all that bad sometimes. Loved this write.|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|I have been in the places in this write--love the final lines|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Yes, Myrna, the promise of every rising sun. I continue to take great
pleasure in your treatment of the tankabun. -gene.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
Out of the darkness into the light of "honesty and acceptance" in this fine poem.
|Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce
|There are truths in this inspirational write. Thank you for sharing!!!
Sandie Angel :o)