wash me

wash me of impurity
[of this sadness
deep inside of me].

touch my hands
with the delicacy of doves
then light upon my fingertips
with the grace of shadowed love.

the whisper of your wind
-so gentle on my mind-
wraps around my memory
and throws me in
to clarity.

I wash myself of you
with the softness of time.
I feel it filter through my hands
and fall to the earth
(absorb into the ground).

I never knew such pain
until you
came around.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A well versed expression of pain and your determination to be released from it.

I wash myself of you
with the softness of time.
I feel it filter through my hands
and fall to the earth
(absorb into the ground).

I really love this part as you take that pain and bury it in the dirt where the soul of someone so cruel should be anyways cause they don't deserve to share the same air with a precious flower like you.

[Roger F Aucoin]

I love what you've done here, Kara. Beautiful, soft and gentle.

[Kasia A. Tilander]

Oh my Kara... this moved me immensely.
It touched a deep fiber that resonates within me even now.
This is simply beautiful... amazing what we can put forth when put to the test.

Kasia.

[Leah Simone]

The forlorn droplets longing to cleanse thoughts for what can not be is beautiful in its soft sad poetic poise. You have done such a wonderful job with this, I hope you feel a great sense of accomplishments...for you should. -Leah

[Nihad Dweidary]

Kara,

You have done a great job weaving a beautiful impression of the photograph. I feel that you have created a real poetic image that sticks to mind.

My favorite words are:

"the whisper of your wind
-so gentle on my mind-
wraps around my memory
and throws me in
to clarity."

Love,


Nihad

[Christina Maria]

This is beautiful Kara. Such words of light and love with a bittersweet ending. I thoroughly enjoyed it!

Cree

[Yira Simone]

Excellent work! I was amazed by the beauty of this piece. You captured all that was happening with thw water and doxe and made such a wonderfully written poem. Yes, sometimes we need to clense ourselves of the past.

[Marc Mccune]

This bittersweet scene, longing for love, and to be free of love lost.

nicely written.