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
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13 comments:

  1. Louise GallagherApril 3, 2010 at 9:20 AM

    wow!

    Beautiful.

    thank you.

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  2. GlynnApril 3, 2010 at 10:00 AM

    Beautiful poem, Maureen. Simply and elegantly beautiful.

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  3. AnonymousApril 3, 2010 at 10:24 AM

    Oh man Maureen. This is amazing.

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  4. S. EtoleApril 3, 2010 at 11:30 AM

    Silence here ... awed silence

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  5. Kathleen OverbyApril 3, 2010 at 11:41 AM

    Resting in the living part. Lovely.

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  6. AnonymousApril 3, 2010 at 12:17 PM

    ♥

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  7. Rob KistnerApril 3, 2010 at 12:20 PM

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

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  8. sarahApril 3, 2010 at 4:10 PM

    lovely poem :-) happy easter.

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  9. Tana PessoApril 3, 2010 at 5:15 PM

    Astonishingly beautiful and deeply moving.

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  10. LauraApril 3, 2010 at 8:35 PM

    ...the alchemy of the father...

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

    so beautiful, Maureen.

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  11. *April 4, 2010 at 2:37 AM

    Beautiful.

    Happy Easter.

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  12. Jenne' R. Andrews April 4, 2010 at 4:51 PM

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

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  13. Short PoemsApril 4, 2010 at 6:42 PM

    This is really gorgeous poem :)

    Marinela

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