When
he no longer searched
for
her
The
poetry stopped looking
for
him
His
heal wanted to remain
wounded
The
changes were unnerving
within
Sanity
and silence had
tiptoed
in
Pain
and prose stomped
right
out
Crystal
clear water
flowed
and soothed
Where
smoke and flames
had
once torn through
On
balance, he mused
It’s
better that way
Poem:
© Penelope Mavor 2014
Image: Natural Alaskan sculpture, 2011,
captured by veteran National Geographic travel photographer Jim Richardson (via
Vivid Greeting Cards FB page)
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