I don't know what to title this yet.




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On a stone,she sits stoically.
The Hollyhocks host the cattleya
that shelter the stone bench.
Her secrets scent the solitude.
The tears are finally quenched.
Emptied wounds fade her sorrows
into a sea of virile visions.
His soulful hands touch and soothe
yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Her wrinkled love
will always find
harbour in his hug
and the softness of his lips.
His sun will always dry her rain.





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2011-06-06 at 23:58

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely (I can see why this was an editor's choice). (applause)
2013-04-29


Zoya Zaidi
How about "Longing" as a title of this sensitive poem Sue?
2011-06-11


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2011-06-07


countryfog
What begins "stoically" with "her secrets scent[ing] the solitude" reveals a healing happening, perhaps an overcoming of something not spoken but left to the reader to surmise, not just a hope but in the end a confident comfort in the finding of a safe harbor. I feel the embrace, and hope it may be so.
2011-06-07