Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Cry Comes Before the Rising (Poem)

The Cry Comes Before the Rising

The cry comes
before the rising

and yet too late
the alchemy of father

unto son to save.

Shadow corners
what light itself cannot contain.

Such be the abundance
of bread

crumbed, and wine
unsweetened in the gall

we live instead.

© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas


M.L. Gallagher said...



thank you.

Glynn said...

Beautiful poem, Maureen. Simply and elegantly beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Oh man Maureen. This is amazing.

S. Etole said...

Silence here ... awed silence

Kathleen said...

Resting in the living part. Lovely.

Anonymous said...

Rob Kistner said...

two threads developed for me as I read this several times -- i wonder which you were pulling in the writing... fascinating read...
Image & Verse

sarah said...

lovely poem :-) happy easter.

Tana Pesso said...

Astonishingly beautiful and deeply moving.

Laura said...

...the alchemy of the father...

this formula that is so difficult to grasp. too late, yet just in time.

so beautiful, Maureen.

Terresa said...


Happy Easter.

jenne said...

As others said, this is gorgeous. I wasn't as circumspect in the poem about this day on my blog but I think it's good read. We're on SW together...all best.j

Short Poems said...

This is really gorgeous poem :)