love is always springing
(to the Muses of muses and her shadows)
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
-Albert Camus
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When a flash of memory cripples me
when the night cascades not stars but rains tears
barely able to lift myself from bed
when the noon is eclipsing an onyx moon
springing is nothing absent autumning
I realize I’m not like I used to be
times of recession precipitate progression
wanting to believe it’s all in my head
consciousness is a ring of toad-stool thrones
summering is nothing absent wintering
trying to remain happy and present
as futile as a rosy crown lacking thorns
But the lie covers me like a second skin
or a silky chrysalis dreaming of wings
wintering is already springing
the past now written with resentment
is the rosy seed of richer contentment
my mind no longer turns pain into joy
the hart is the womb where joy melts into bliss
springing is already summering
I can’t pretend like I could in my youth
nostalgia chants sorrows into wisdom
my magic is gone . . .yet mystery remains
I confess my unspoken shameful truth
summering is already autumning
you have yet to hear beauty whispering
autumning is already wintering
love awaits further up and further in
love refining love forever springing
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chrétien marc valentin
(© 01 august 2014)
Enchanting ❤ This released some stubborn tears. Thank you!
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🙂 was that ur poem? what is ur name! ❤ 2 u! -marc
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Yes it was 🙂 samantha “Embracing a Wounded Soul”
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i enjoyed u poem very much! eventually time heals all wounds! i am honoured 2 have been a shoulder on which u could place your tears! <: marc
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Here’s to shoulders riddled with tears ❤
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❤
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retweeked a typo of two…^^~~~~~
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Honestly . . . heaven sent. The timing of needing to feel something positive was perfect. Especially beautiful uplifting words speaking to mine written in darkness.
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Reblogged this on Embracing a Wounded Soul and commented:
Hope and magic still remain . . .
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