Unfulfilled Dreams © Ella Wilson
Too long I have dressed
in mourning clothes
reciting unfulfilled dreams.
My lips must stop
speaking of the wounds
my heart bears.
Each painful repetition
only applies its needle
to anesthetize hope.
I shall close the hymn book
on my sorrow and free
my spirit to sing joy’s refrain.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Ella Wilson graciously
provided her beautiful artistic images
for us to use as inspiration for our written work.
10 comments:
This is wonderful! I especially love the third stanza.
Beautiful Suzy. Sometimes closing the book is what it takes to move on.
Susie,
I love your view here~ This photo has such a haunting feel and your imagery guided us to begin again~
Wonderful! There is always hope~
Ooooh! I love how you saw the mourning clothes in this image and the binding of an old hymn book. This speaks to many instances of sorrow and depression I think, with good advice at the end.
Reading your poem gave me a sense of soaring .............
"I shall close the hymn book
on my sorrow . . . "
Reading a different book, wearing different clothes, and speaking of other things allows sorrow the time it needs to mellow into a presence that is no longer an impediment to joy. While dusting, I touch the hymn book behind the picture fondly and move on.
I love the promise of hope at the end... shedding mourning clothes is great.
Totally inspiring and uplifting!
Lovely thoughts...and I hope you sing in joyful refrain ~
Happy day to you ~
I just love this! Closing that book can certainly be difficult but oh so necessary. Nicely done!
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