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Sorrow's Tinder

The scent of sorrow stoops
scattering splinters
making love to forgotten dreams
Inhale of cold waste on dormant lips
benign beauty lost in the lucidity
Fears chastened by the liniment of tears
the satire finish
Sorrow’s tinder warms stony silence
the swells on our dreaming edge
Beautiful sorrow
lick the woefuller
in recognition of the oneself cries
Passages we tread passing through grief
to knock upon the door of living big

© K S Hardy 2010

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Why do we fear sorrow?
It is given to us to release fear

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  • SimplyRed
    SimplyRedover 3 years ago

    how amazing your words are “sorrow’s tinder warms stony silence” I am so in this place at the minute…perfect write perfect timing :)

  • Hi Christine
    It was nearly a month ago that you visited this offering on the ‘beauty’ of sorrow and you said the timing was perfect.
    I hope that the timing continues to match the rhythm and rhyme of your heart ..xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Zolton
    Zoltonover 3 years ago

    Yeah.. it does speak volumes. xx

  • Hi there
    thank you for stopping by, appreciate that you do xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • hollypaino
    hollypainoover 3 years ago

    the swells of the dreaming edge…beautiful and evocative…love this so much..xxx

  • Hi Holly
    Thank you for your kind words and thoughts, I hope you are enjoying some peaceful moments and I look forward to seeing what else your pencils conjure up for us.. :O))xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Traceyisanozzy
    Traceyisanozzyover 3 years ago

    Why indeed KS?
    The way you have painted sorrow is more than gorgeous…..such a beautiful poem, making love to forgotten dreams? Sigh
    Sometimes we need to embrace it and flow with it and allow it to cleanse…
    xoxo

  • Hi Tracey
    I see so many beautiful images that are sorrow driven, so I attempted to write a poetical write that encompassed the same outcome.
    I will take your kind words here that I did get to the finishing line…thank you so much xxxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Cosimo Piro
    Cosimo Piroover 3 years ago

    we all pass through sorrow’s veil from time to time touching a quiet sadness that lays within ready for a tear to release it’s aloneness….to bring it forth to life’s full lips. It doesn’t always want or need to show itself but when it does a clarity accompanies like a friend lending a hand. Beautiful write KS. xoxo

  • Hi Cos
    The saying about a time for all things …and sorrow is such a part of life.
    I guess it gets bad news when it is all sorrow and wallow but…Though here I have I am glad of heart to see that you so understood where I was going with this. xxxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Tony Wilder
    Tony Wilderover 3 years ago

    What serves to push us more inward toward God is not bad, it just is. How often we label an experience as bad when it was the very thing that moved us forward to the next lesson better prepared. Great write, your lines are so soft and beautiful. Wonderful job KarenSue.

  • The road of less resistance comes to mind after re-reading your comment here Tony.
    Thank you so much for your thoughtful interpretation, it is very much appreciated. xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • uncleblack
    uncleblackover 3 years ago

    We have nothing to fear but fear itself….this is a lovely thoughtful piece

  • Hi there
    Thank you so much for stopping by and your thoughts are appreciated. x

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • annieannie
    annieannieover 3 years ago

    “The scent of sorrow stoops
    scattering splinters
    making love to forgotten dreams”
    what an opening..wow
    “making love to forgotten dreams”
    there is enchantment in your words
    and the last line gives us hope
    “Passages we tread passing through grief
    to knock upon the door of living big”
    oh yes
    i am totally impressed and thrilled with this
    love from annie x

  • Hi Annie
    High praise indeed, I thank you most humbly.xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • devotee1
    devotee1over 3 years ago

    It is always that way, before the sunrise…. We must empty ourselves if we are to be filled, made new. From the silence, out of the stillness, then the spark of the real can finally surface, burst upon the world as light. But there is some sorrow~~the lose of a dearly loved~~that remains always a bit of shadow and chill(even if fully understanding the process) for the heart of joy. Love your writing!

  • Hi Joe
    Wow your comment here is so beautiful to read, like poetry speaking from the heart…
    thank you so much, appreciate that you so obviously thought about the deeper layers here. xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • CapsLock
    CapsLockover 3 years ago

    beautiful poem!

  • Thank you for stopping by. :O)

    – Arcadia Tempest

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