The Circle

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It is a scream
I cannot let leave
my soul
until the last stone
is thrown.

I do not believe
in revenge,
so I swim
to the thermocline with
songs of prophets
and stacks of
old newspapers.

Kindness feels
more destructive
than cruelty.

Healing is often
tectonic.

Ancestors burned
pathos and verse
into cave walls
until all cocoons were
mere fables,
until I was
echoed by
guardian angels,
until God wept
the somber
glow
of every living thing.

Copyright 2014

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26 thoughts on “The Circle

  1. THIS is what poetry is all about – BEAUTIFULLY written, deep thoughts, glorious to read. Especially love “swim…with songs of prophets and stacks of old newspapers.” WOW! Also “I was vesseled by guardian angels…until God wept.” Holy smackers, this is one incredible piece of writing.

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    • Susan, thank you. Interesting observation about how kindness raises then undermines hostility. It reveals its true power. Beautiful. ๐Ÿ™‚

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