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Mourning Doves

by Chris Sorrenti


long weeks of grief finally ended
time to step back from the abyss
of love and love gone wrong
healed, the wound from Cupid's arrow
straighten the halo
spread these magic feathers of fate once more
with Venus, the morning star to guide us
our intuition...dreams
safely harnessed around her twinkle
as a free flock circles above
calling their haunting cries
a reminder
that we are all mourning doves
no matter where we migrate to
who we migrate from


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Revised © 2019

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10/22/2019

Posted on 10/22/2019
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Linda Fuller on 10/23/19 at 11:47 PM

This poem really speaks to me, Chris, particularly the ending which I love. Thank you.

Posted by Kris Mara on 10/24/19 at 11:04 PM

I'm sure I don't have the words at the moment to sufficiently tell you how incredible this piece is...wrapped up with those final lines...perfection.

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