Tread softly on the path of sorrow ... the book of loss is obscure for those blinded by joy ... or by those being in love.


on reading me
please cleanse your hands
of memories
then touch
the pages of my soul
so sacredly

feel then my whispers
with your lips
pronounce me

let tears fall
punctuating phrases
of my thoughts
rewrite the Sentence of my life
for it is blurred
by sorrow's blunt inversions

my dreams are drifting
without metre
towards postscript's exit line

be careful
when you page my eyes
for you are blind


Poetry by myra
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Written on 2005-07-16 at 14:17

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Mukul Dahal

this is simply wonderful write. I read it with full pleasure. I loved your style. Your spirituality. Namaste from NEpal.

A pure poem, with a real good critical sense. It proves how seriously poets take their words, craft, and art.

StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
this is beautiful... feel your way through this, and take your time... although i don't know as the last line sits well with me, but we all ARE blind when it comes to one another, aren't we? simply beautiful, i took my time with the read :)

chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a gentle poem, softly spoken. to love with eyes wide, sparkling in the light. tears of joy born from soothing touch to embrace the sorrows bared. the dreams move forward, blind or no, there are still the feelings of words.