Aug 29
New Morning
my chest grows heavy
with yours
weighted down
calcified
while the kitten
cries in the next room
hungry to be set loose
and the sun struggles
to find its way
lost in a gray maze
this is a new morning
heavy with wrongness
bowed down in pain
when I pray
should it be for more stone
or maybe less mass
so that both of us
can be lightened
the burden of it
buries my prayers deep
in the ground
yet— this is a new morning
Pamela Olson, 8/29/08
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I love the ambivalence in the closing line and the way the emotions are connected to details outside the self.
awesome, the depression in each line is staggering and yet
as most humans we have this inner gift of hope, well written.
You have some very nice poetry and photos I am going to set up a link!
I feel the heavy heart waiting to be uplifted so the burden can be shared, or something like that but it does seem to represent some of my mornings when the days just too hard to face
Beautiful capture, & beautiful words….I can’t decide between the two which is more beautiful…You have such a gift..I really love this poem! It is full of sadness, yet inspiration too…It is a new morning!
Enjoy your week!
Cat