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Absorption

For failings, fallings, a lifetime's welling sorrows -

your guilty pools gathered in my hollows;

I sponged your tears with endless sympathy;

you seeped beneath my limestone breast

where calciferous bone has ossified the pain.


All that timeless rain and moonlit leaching

dissolved a cavernous gloom inside.

On moonless nights, I hear the darkness dripping;

and like some reckless caver drawn to murk,

I enter down the echoes carved by hurt

to feel your stalactites pierce my chambers.

Sinnaminsun - on Aug. 27 2009

After reading this, it made me wonder if misery loves company, or if company seeks misery...either way it doesn't matter, people seem to be drawn as well as repelled by tragedy.  I like the overall sound and feel of your poem:)


U668857 - on Nov. 10 2009

Many thanks, Sinnaminsun (apologies for delay in acknowledgement - just happened on your comment by chance!)  This is an old piece - but, yes, love (as depicted in poetry) seems as much to do with misery as anything else! Rgds., Alan.


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