At The Edge Of My Peripherals Poem by Susan Williams
At The Edge Of My Peripherals
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paean from the past
acclamation
for the lost girl
left forever behind
running blind
toward a great reckoning
and in the walking dusk
a homeless bag lady
in a plain brown wrapper
cries
cleanse me
take away my heart of stone
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©2017 Susan Williams.
Full of heart! .. And ever so moving! .. Thank you again for sharing this! .. Ever so very many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...............+++++
Thank you for reading this again- -it is one of my favorite pieces. And thank you for the starry eyed 10's! ! !
Just brilliant, Susan. You have so deftly wielded the sparseness of verbage to create powerful spaces of stunning impact between images and thoughts. Each staccato image strikes like a punch. There is an aura here, the difficult journey of life connecting past to future that is not only cathartic, but unforgettable, and I don't want to forget it. Beautifully done, Susan. Bravo.
I can't tell you how much your comment impacts me. This one came out of a different plane and to have you react to it like this is a commendation, a very valued commendation..
amen, susan. may our hearts melt where they are stony. it's a challenge, and i don't know that we can make it happen. but how good it is when it does and we have the clarity and joy it brings. nothing makes me tear up more than seeing kindness and mercy in others or in myself. it's a gift to be moved. -glen
Thank you, Glen, what a powerful comment that you have written here.
A hihgly imaginative poem having a depiction of pitiable situation with beautiful collocation. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading and commenting! It pleases me that you found it a good read, my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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and in the walking dusk a homeless bag lady in a plain brown wrapper cries cleanse me take away my heart of stone.....touching expression that changes the stone heart. Great work.
I am pleased that you like this piece- this is one of my all-time favorites. I have written a number of for fun poems to amuse readers but this is my serious side. Thank you for your comment!