No easy solace
comes
by treasure
both moth and rust consume.
The heart contused,
it gives no solace
to memory once blacked
and blued.
Love
its light from star or moon
crocheted
as from a spider's womb
a tincture of time
returns
a spring rain warmed.
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem is for a Random Acts of Poetry feature, "Solace is a Wave, or a Cricket", at The High Calling Blogs. The prompt is "solace".
Anyone may participate by writing a brief poem that uses the word (or just the concept) and leaving your link in any of L.L. Barkat's comment boxes at Seedlings in Stone by Wednesday, August 25.
A source of inspiration for this poem is Matthew 6:19-21.
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17 comments:
I love the images -- from Matthew, the spider's "crocheting," the "tincture of time."
"blacked and blued" is so beautiful!
Very nice. Thank you for this.
Maureen- I appreciate the way you approached this: "No easy solace"; rather than assuming we all are easing into it. Finding solace isn't easy all the time.
Love the first lines in this.
I liked the tincture of time.
That is such a cool word. :) Tincture, tincture, tincture.
i like this one..thank you for sharing with one shot :)) tincture ha..mmmm..love it :)
"crocheted
as from a spider's womb" - stunning imagery
I feel the hope seeping from this poem. It's beautiful.
There is solace just not in the things man thinks are valuable.
Very nice piece Maureen
thanks for sharing at One Shot
moon smiles
beautiful imagery....expecially like the crocheted like a spiders web...solace is there...one just has to look at times...thanks for linking up to oneshot!
I find a balance between wonderful imagery, allusions, and overall message of hope to find solace in this piece— which cannot be easy given the context of black & blue memories... yet possible. thanks for sharing your poem. Enjoyed it very much.
Truly a LOVEly poem!
In the last stage of grief, solace and acceptance. Even grief rusts and is consumed..all to dust and in the dust is peace. Your poem is eloquent, multi-layered, and absolute. Thank you.
Very nice. I especially liked the lines "...to memory once blacked
and blued."
Rich and suggestive images. Keeps the mind opening. Thank you for this. - Bill
Lovely imagery, and very well chosen words...
This was a beautiful (albeit full of pain) and heartfelt poem...
there are so many lovely lines to chose from...a tincture of time tops of for me though..thanks for sharing with one shot..cheers pete
It is not easy, this finding of solace. Harder yet is keeping it intact within those wounded heart walls.
Such a visually beautiful piece of writing.
Blessings.
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