so great
the vessel
of your hurt
but yet
i salve
it so
a many
splendoured thing
is love
but yet
it soon will go
your need is much
and true
love's touch
has yet to
free the will
to love again
and feel the
very froing of
your woe

Poetry by la tristesse
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Written on 2007-11-02 at 02:33

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Rob Graber
Love the meter, and the poem ends--for me--disconcertingly, to say the least!

It is--like an Emily Dickinson poem--
Ending with
A dash--

(except for the meter and the sense... :-,?)

PS: Does "froing" mean 'going away,' as in "to and fro"? That's what the context seems to call for, as I read it...