Thursday, March 3, 2016

March 3, 2016 dVerse Open Link Night #167 Our Lady of Sorrows (You are my Own)

Our Lady of Sorrows (You are my Own)

started out as most children do       a lovely small child        loved by everyone who saw her

the apple of her mothers eye      everyone commented on her beauty        she stepped across

sorrows                                       like skipping                       across stones in the stream

never getting her slippers wet      she took each sorrow         folded them into her pack

like collecting bones in the desert       rarely complained   kept her words in a small bundle

near her heart                               hidden by her smile                                a passerby

would never know                        could not guess                                      most days

were a series of memories            recalled what happened                        a silent dread

the daggers that pierced her heart      the wounds that bled                       the mother may i

please be with me when i die             sister of mercy                                love's sweet song

queen of heaven                                 our lady of sorrows                         you are my own



March 3, 2016

15 comments:

  1. This is wonderful. The line "hidden by her smile" hit home with me. How often do we hide our many sorrows behind a smile so that no one will know. I find as I step out from behind my smile and share my sorrows, I discover that others are hiding similar sorrows, too. Peace, Linda

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  2. So sad when all that sorrow is just buried inside... somehow it cannot end well with all that pain inside.

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  3. Poignant and painful writing, Annell!

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  4. reminded me to seek
    things we carry life with
    in these states between
    discovery and neglect...

    and cross pollinating
    word streams, repeatedly reading
    skipping through the lines
    in columns and other angled leaps
    was a very fun endeavor...

    left me with an image
    of an old orchard
    a stone wall
    and a creek nearby...

    beautiful piece...

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  5. reminded me to seek
    things we carry life with
    in these states between
    discovery and neglect...

    and cross pollinating
    word streams, repeatedly reading
    skipping through the lines
    in columns and other angled leaps
    was a very fun endeavor...

    left me with an image
    of an old orchard
    a stone wall
    and a creek nearby...

    beautiful piece...

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  6. Some children learn to hide their sorrows at a very young age. So tragic that they aren't treasured and cherished and kept safe and sound.

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  7. I love the idea of stepping across sorrows.

    This is my favorite part:
    "the daggers that pierced her heart the wounds that bled the mother may i
    please be with me when i die sister of mercy love's sweet song"

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  8. A powerful poem. The stuffing down and hiding of sorrow...so many of us carry that invisible sorrow to our graves. In spite of the sadness, a beautiful poem.

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  9. I can see that girl skipping lightly across the stones in the stream.....and then holding her sorrows close to her as an adult........this is a beautiful poem of love and sorrow, Annell. Just beautiful.

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  10. The confusion of sorrow.... and often that is how sorrow feels.

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  11. Her sorrows are for us all - she wants one thing - we must focus on her Son. Beautiful.

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  12. There are more than one favourite part of your poem for me - and I always love this form.

    It reminds of something I have written recently - welcome to OLN. Have a good weekend.

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  13. A Mother's SonG
    that never dies..
    eternal
    Love
    that SinGs
    oF NoW..
    aS Love..:)

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