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the stretch of sin

God help me
for I know how far sin can stretch
And the snap
it was heard
by me
alone

Just one more time
to pay
the coins rattle around the tin
And such
I will walk away
alone
angels did not think of me today

I will give you fairy tales
songs if you prefer
the sinner is the lonesome wolf
no pack
to follow
lost
in the forget me woods

Daily we are given
our bread
thankfulness our prayer
I know how far sin will break
the heart
that cannot breathe
for no love
is in the air

© K S Hardy 2010

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Just flexing my grittier pen here folks and dipping my pen in past ink …

I apologize for not putting this description up earlier .
There are no storms brewing or blowing…. xxx

Feelings and words fall on to the page
Sometimes they bite back
Sometimes they tug on our sleeve
Sometimes they have a cheeky grin
They stay once a page has found them
Words are faithful to us even in the dark

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Comments

  • mychaelalchemy
    mychaelalchemyover 4 years ago

    “sometimes, sin’s a pleasure, and pleasure a sin”

  • It is …the fence is well defined some days and others non- existent.
    I guess it also depends which eyes we are looking out of as well…

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • YouBet
    YouBetover 4 years ago

    Amazingly true. We have all felt it.

  • Indeed….this is surely a fact especially for those of us that have creative souls…xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Druidstorm
    Druidstormover 4 years ago

    Then tell me a fairytale within the void so no air can mark your words! Loving your thoughts my friend! Bravo, Bravo!!!…)o(

  • Hi Mally
    More fairytales to come later friend.. :O))

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • linaji
    linajiover 4 years ago


    May 2010

  • Thank you! …… XXX

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • rubyjo
    rubyjoover 4 years ago

    oh wow, that image is as pulling on the heart as the words…

  • Hi Judy
    This is my grittier pen having a romp…..no storms are here just creative storming ..xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • lolowe
    loloweover 4 years ago

    Oh my God…this is so full of sorrow…I hope that somehow your heart can breathe again…< 3

  • Hi Lorna
    Tis ok I added my description later…this was a flex of my darker pen and not a reflection of my mirror….thank you so much for your kindness and caring ..xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • lianne
    lianneover 4 years ago

    I’m with Lorna – the weight of this sorrow is very heavy, the sense of loss so profound and your identification of “no love in the air” with sin is so heartbreakingly real and true. I’ve always identified sin with the lack of love. “Lost in the forget me woods” – oh my god, how that tears at my heart. And this image – so powerful and so poignant karensue. xox

  • Hello :O)
    I have flexed the darker pen here …..but it is not my woods I traverse, but have in the past this is for sure… Sometimes it is good to write right on the edge to see how far one is from there …
    And yet I know some may read this and feel this and know this as their now so it is my hope there is a feeling of being less alone at that time …xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • 8upchef
    8upchefover 4 years ago

    “Lost in the forget me woods” What a line!!!!!!

  • Thank you so much! :O))

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardarover 4 years ago

    oh my! love this Sue!

  • Thanks Ushna, appreciate it so much xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardarover 4 years ago

  • I am sure one very grateful KarenSue ….thankyou for this feature in CORE :O)) xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

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