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How I Yearn
by Christine ThibeaultEmotional beads of black and white scatter before me,
what was is no longer presented in what now is,
shavings of each inner core lies within me,
eternally each exists.
Unrelenting selfishness eventually concedes...
paralleling always with each passing.
I yearn for the earth to perge each shaving
far above the deepest part of her core and
closer to mine again.
Memories that should clothe me are no longer enough;
I am naked...
I am selfish. 01/01/2010 Author's Note: ~My thoughts when writing this were consumed with
memories of those within my family who had passed.
Posted on 01/25/2010
Copyright © 2025 Christine Thibeault
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/25/10 at 04:24 PM Love that first line and I like how you describe the different parts of you. There is an interesting mix of within and an expansive outer space. The last two lines are starkly revealing. |
| Posted by William Brunk on 01/28/10 at 11:08 PM beautifully expressed mourning |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/23/11 at 03:05 PM Unique expression of sorrow! |
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