Each morning I wake up begins with a stare
An urge to see who’ll be staring back at me
Life’s hectic, I’m moving, yet going nowhere
Adrift in life’s ocean, yet so lost at sea
My jammed nerves so frayed to the point of threadbare
Dark circles don’t lie to the mirror I see
I usually manage, to give all my best
The effect of make-up hiding lack of rest
Most days, I can get by, with little fanfare
I’m trying to live past the title of wife
But some morns, like this one, just too hard bear
The last place one think I’d go, to release strife
I’m gallantry trying to right the unfair
When breathing without you, just cuts like a knife
I fall to my knees; bowing my head in prayer
So strong in the love that came so late to life
Sweet serenity falls down on me in there
And I stand now slowly, still with upturned palms
Your presence surrounds, like church bells in the air
Its notes resonating; yes I’ve found my calm
My favorite music, only I can hear
Alone at your crypt I am relieved of fears
I leave and the sun finds me through clouds above
A kiss to the heavens “’till next my love”
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Today’s form is technically three forms into one poem. Welcome to the Sicliano, Romagnulo and Toscano types of the Strambotto.
I’m trying to live past the title of wife…nice…
your worship is beautiful…even if coming late in life….there is a beautiful intimacy to it…very cool capture….
I specially like the last stanza, the church bells in the air, finding one’s calm and acceptance of what was, but with hopeful eyes to the heavens ~
Happy OLN ~
Lovely, Raivenne!
Hello, enjoyed this piece and these lines.
Life’s hectic, I’m moving, yet going nowhere
Adrift in life’s ocean, yet so lost at sea
Good stuff… ’till next time’ then…
A wonderful, searching-then-finding write. The forms seem to blend well together. Beautiful poem!