moving on – for Jingle’s Thursday Poets’ Rally

…she kept watching,
with an almost ecstatic joy,
the gentle unfolding
of the requiem of seconds
over withered hopes…
time had already ripped off
its toll of pain from her soul,
and now the wounds were asking
for absolution…
so she covered them, slowly,
with oblivion’s cerement,
knowing that anyway
the scars would forever hurt,
though others won’t see them…

© Liliana Negoi

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23 Responses to “moving on – for Jingle’s Thursday Poets’ Rally”
  1. I love this…and this lines particularly caught my attention:
    “so she covered them, slowly,
    with oblivion’s cerement,
    knowing that anyway
    the scars would forever hurt,
    though others won’t see them…”

    Outstanding job you did here…nice!

    Cheers.

  2. Jingle says:

    hidden wounds,
    understand…

    well put.

  3. Jingle says:

    Thank you so very much for the participation,
    Happy Rally week 3o….
    have fun .
    love your supportive manner.
    cheers!

  4. revbillcook says:

    I appreciate the vision of wounds seeking absolution, and the lingering issue of how we might find that deeper healing. Very sensitive poetry. – bill

  5. Nevermoraven says:

    I love the theme of this poem–and (to me) how it wraps up with the title of your website, the image of someone breaking free, or an image of change.

  6. Bodhirose says:

    Beautifully described–the sometimes torturous and grueling act of recovery–one moment at a time.

  7. Jingle says:

    Thanks for linking in so instantly…
    Happy Reading!

    your supportive manner rocks!

    here is one of my entries:
    http://poetryalltheway.tumblr.com/post/1116122120/becoming-homeless

  8. Touching. Very real portrayal of moving on in one’s life. Awesome job!

  9. It is time to move on :)~ wonderfully written, my friend, happy rally^^

  10. .your words really touched a place in me that is wounded and I agree…It is time to move on..
    Lovely Rally poem!

    http://itslovelyannie.com/2010/10/06/different-rally-week-30/

  11. Beautiful imagery…like a ritual. My rally poem deals with wounds, too, but in a very different sense. Nicely done, Liliana.
    My post:
    http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/10/07/thursday-poets-rally-wounds/

  12. Alethea says:

    moving on is the most difficult thing to do but it’s the only way out! very beautifully written..

  13. What a theme.. Move-on.. toched my heart..

    Fragrance of Friendship

    Happy Rally

    –Someone Is Special–

  14. dasuntoucha says:

    …the gentle unfolding
    of the requiem of seconds
    over withered hopes…
    time had already ripped off
    its toll of pain from her soul,
    and now the wounds were asking
    for absolution…
    so she covered them, slowly,
    with oblivion’s cerement,
    knowing that anyway
    the scars would forever hurt,
    though others won’t see them…

    …superbly written lines…captivating piece of poetry.

  15. Uncle Tree says:

    You’ve written a very timeless piece, Liliana.
    An old, old story told the way it should be — with poetic gusto.

    Good work here! Nice to meet you! 🙂 Peace, Uncle Tree

  16. danroberson says:

    Moving forward with painful scars that no one else can see. Withered hopes–the future looks dim. Nice rhythm and well written.

  17. 2zpoint says:

    Absolution…sometimes that is the hardest thing to give a wound especially one that just wont heal.

  18. Ms. Peaches says:

    I enjoy the perspective displayed by the words that make up this piece and the message thanks for sharing I’m glad I stopped by!

  19. A very powerful piece! I must say you have captured the emotions of someone who is emotionally distraught so well ! well done. You are one of my nominations for jingle’s Thursday poets rally!
    keep it up!

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