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Cries of My Sin
by Clara Mae GregorySalt droplets have fallen
and still waters your bed
My spirit cries out
Because you have fled
The flowers lie dormant
Buried in your soil as seed
Perhaps the time passing
Will allow them to Spring
Salt droplets have fallen
And still waters your bed
My spirit cries out
Because you have fled
The lillies are waiting
For living again
Not to be drowned
By the cries of my sin
12/20/2008 Author's Note: repost for archives
Posted on 09/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/18/09 at 04:31 PM .... wonderful..... |
| Posted by Joe David on 09/18/09 at 07:23 PM Oh I like this. So poignant. Really good word play, especially with the repetitive lines. Drives it home with a velvet hammer. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/20/09 at 02:21 AM Love that last stanza. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/21/09 at 11:23 AM there is beauty in sadness and melancholy and there is no denying the beauty of those two combining elements in this poem. God gave us tears to spend
not to suck up and I spend some of them here. |
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