Rebekah's Contemplation
May you find peace at last, released from me
Old troubled friend. Perhaps that sullenness
I knew so well, that bone-hard carapace
You hid within will crack at last and free
Your brooding soul. There was a needy man
Behind those angry eyes and there were times
When spent, exhausted in each other's arms
You'd stroke my hair and kiss my face, but then
You would retreat into that private place
Where grievances were banqueted and hurt
Embraced, your honoured guest, my delegate.
Should I feel guilt? Perhaps, but could you face
The dark and awful truth that you might be
Complicit in my fabled treachery?


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Wow! "Where grievances were banqueted and hurt / Embraced, your honoured guest, my delegate. / Should I feel guilt? Perhaps, but could you face / The dark and awful truth that you might be / Complicit in my fabled treachery?"
Mike, this really is stunning. No, really-really. It is also a stunningly apt description of the sum of many a divorce! Divorce: That "little death" we hear so much about.
Blessed be today.
Wilka
Even so, I think your poem speak a universal truth.
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This poem is super lovely!
I would love for you to post it to my group, Anythingwriting
[Getting here late because I was on vacation.]