*"we are learning to ...
fish in the river of sorrow"*
Faith Sherien
this has been a year of
hard lessons.....
of trying,
again and again,
to perfect the the cast
to catch, cleanly,
the fish of loss.
to split it open,
and seize it's innards...
the stench, the messiness,
the ichor, the guts.
to scale the skin,
rough, cutting scales,
little tear shaped discs.
to eat of the flesh....
chewing, chewing, chewing
on the hope of afterlife.
and picking the bones clean
of delicate, delectable memories....
hard lessons,
too many this year,
yet all a part,
of a fishermans journey....
down, the river of sorrow.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
*"we are learning to ...
fish in the river of sorrow"*
Faith Sherien
this has been a year of
hard lessons.....
of trying,
again and again,
to perfect the the cast
to catch, cleanly,
the fish of loss.
to split it open,
and seize it's innards...
the stench, the messiness,
the ichor, the guts.
to scale the skin,
rough, cutting scales,
little tear shaped discs.
to eat of the flesh....
chewing, chewing, chewing
on the hope of afterlife.
and picking the bones clean
of delicate, delectable memories....
hard lessons,
too many this year,
yet all a part,
of a fishermans journey....
down, the river of sorrow.
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