A Terrible Love Poem by Norah Tunney
A Terrible Love
Restless I wander down to the sea
as threatening Judas clouds hover big and black
sirens in the whistling wind
omens in the trees.
I am no seer,
yet everywhere hearing illusions, signs,
nearing thirty-three,
Is this my Gethsemane?
Wishing I were back in the womb
or in our room
eternally locked
making my retreat
kissing your feet.
through time and eternity
no love could resemble
I will go to the temple
kneel, bow
silently adore
man or god
indivisible.
I was in turmoil as I could not imagine life without him.
He was the light of my life
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4/26/2024 10:00:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Felt the turmoil of pain and pending loss in your poem Norah. A beautiful write...10+
Yes it was very painful at the time but the old monk is still alive and is in his nineties, thank you He nearly died a few times. Thank you