Tears hung as re-guarded chandeliers
Unwelcome and yet they arrive
The entourage of my mourning glory
And she was my morning glory
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Very heartfelt and emotion filled write, and that is true poetry. Wonderful Karen. May time bring you some solace.
This poem may seem to some incoherent in form and structure, but emotions and recurring inundating grief does not know structure, tortuous pain is amorphous and has many guises. This poem is uniformly fashioned by love and longing and enduring sadness that only time may lessen but never heal. My thoughts are with you.
Ah, those streams of consciousnes embroiled in the smoke of the unconscious, the melancholic weight that one embraces in the optimism of longing.