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Rumination

by Clara Mae Gregory


gone is the dream garden of larkspur and violets
in the breath of a moment he shouted his silence
her ears burning numb become deaf and dumb
waiting in a room full of emotional violence

deep in a death-like grip, her will-o'-the-wisp
with a razor sharp rip tore her heart all apart
confronting the rumination that doesn't exist
she bids her ghost lover dressed blue to depart

stitched up the bled wounds as he left without her
her nightmares echo the shouts of his silence
haunted by the sound of quiescence grown louder
gone is the dream garden of larkspur and violets



12/26/2008

Author's Note: (reposting older work)

*The will o' the wisp has appeared in many guises across many genres and forms of literature.It commonly referrs to "ghost lights" as reportedly seen in bogs.But,in literature, Will o' the wisp sometimes has a metaphorical meaning, describing a hope or goal that leads one on but is impossible to reach, or something one finds sinister and confounding.Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner describes the Will o' the wisp as such an example.

Posted on 12/01/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/02/09 at 04:25 AM

This one grabs me and doesn't let go, strong from beginning to end. Thank you.

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