Murmuring of Ancestors
Never skin-deep, the sense of loss,
like salt in a wound, the edge
of a crevice in the heart that holds
a loved one like a well of grief.
And though it wants their return,
the heart’s bruises will fade
as it takes solace, knowing
their weight has been lifted
by the murmuring of ancestors
who greet them in the Elysian Fields,
a welcome sight even in the depths
of your own loss.
This is my response to Wordle #575 at The Sunday Whirl.
grief – field – skin – depths – edge – salt – murmuring
bruises – ancestors – lifted – crevice – wants
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Nicely done, Ken. I could never.
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Thank you, Ron..
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Poignant, Ken. And true.
It was great to hear you read this today.
I had a personal “murmuring of ancestors” today:
My sister sent me a letter that my mom had sent to a relative–and it was so wonderful to see her words and see her writing from a time before she started to decline.
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I really like your musings in this poem, Ken. The reality of loss does subside in time.
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“And though it wants their return, the heart’s bruises will fade as it takes solace, knowing
their weight has been lifted,”.. sigh.. yes.. this is such a moving poem, Ken! I felt every word!
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This was a strong piece Ken. It’s stirred feelings of ancient times, not just because of the word ancient, but the way you constructed the peace. Very well done, and it was a pleasure hearing you read it to my friend.
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The crevice in the heart…it never goes away. (K)
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A wonderful poem and visual presentation!
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Nice one Ken. Luv the visual. Enjoyed hearing you read this at OLN
Much💛love
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I think it is wonderful to be able to hear the ancestors….
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Beautiful, Ken. That is such a solace.
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Thank you.
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