Thursday, August 26, 2010



to laugh until the cleansing ache
to let sensations sink from skin to bone
to sit with the unanswerable question
and still hope


for unuttered despair to be comforted
for wrong-turnings to be redeemed
for the hidden worst to be known
and not be ashamed

unexpectedly, I am not alone

A Random Act of Poetry, about 'solace' linked to High Calling Blogs


L.L. Barkat said...

I really liked that last line. I liked the way the word "unexpectedly" sat on the line with "I am not alone." It was this little structural thing that spoke to me visually. Cool.

Kath said...

thanks for the chance to play L.L., and for taking the time to visit and comment :)