Tuesday, October 12, 2021

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UNREQUITED

A sword it was to strike at the heart

Sharp, swift in mercy, no glint of light

How can a season of rain torrent through

To the silence, without the warning thunder


Yet, there it be; fixed, pinned to heartbreak

That foolish allusion of love; unrequited offerings

To underserved  stalwarts of selfish worth

Pierced, friezed,  a sacred monument of dotish pleasure


No lamb, no sacrifice 

Only pain, angst, and longing nailed

To a parapet of learning.

Regrets are wasted in continuous flow of life's river

© gillena cox 2021


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Challenged to  write your way out of a place of pain

REVISIT
12 October 2020
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24 comments:

  1. Ken / rivrvlogrOctober 12, 2021 at 4:49 PM

    This seems like something (someone) better left behind.

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  2. Gillena CoxOctober 12, 2021 at 4:54 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Ken

    Much💜love

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  3. Glenn ButtkusOctober 12, 2021 at 5:29 PM

    Your last line is killer. I liked "Yet, there it be, fixed, pinned to heartbreak."

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  4. ms_liliOctober 12, 2021 at 10:01 PM

    Unrequited love is perhaps the most intense of them all because the mind conjures so much to embellish it with false hope.

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  5. KerfeOctober 12, 2021 at 10:23 PM

    The last line is so true...we must never let ourselves wallow in regret.

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  6. IngridOctober 12, 2021 at 10:33 PM

    I love the conclusion you arrive at through the examination of your pain. Perfect response to the prompt, thank you Gillena!

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    1. Gillena CoxOctober 13, 2021 at 3:50 AM

      Thanks for your appreciation Ingrid

      Much💜love

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  7. Jane DoughertyOctober 13, 2021 at 3:07 AM

    As others have said, your last line says it all. The river flows, never looks back, accepting all the rubbish it carries with it. We try to be selective, but our past is always with us.

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  8. EricaStaOctober 13, 2021 at 3:23 AM

    Your painting is fantastisc... and I admire your poem.
    Happy MosaicMonday

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    1. Gillena CoxOctober 13, 2021 at 1:07 PM

      The painting is not my work. It is from Pinterest. There is a hyperlink which takes you there
      🙃much💜love

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  9. Gillena CoxOctober 13, 2021 at 3:52 AM

    Thanks for dropping by Heidrun

    Much💜love

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  10. HelenOctober 13, 2021 at 10:44 AM

    The painting is luscious … as are your words. Regrets we have them, we hopefully move beyond them.

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  11. Gillena CoxOctober 13, 2021 at 1:04 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Helen

    Much💜love

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  12. DoraOctober 13, 2021 at 10:04 PM

    That seems to be the only salvageable part of such pain: a lesson learned. Well done, Gillena.
    pax,
    dora

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  13. Gillena CoxOctober 14, 2021 at 5:29 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation Dora

    Much💜love

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  14. paeansunpluggedOctober 14, 2021 at 2:16 PM

    "No lamb, no sacrifice

    Only pain, angst, and longing nailed

    To a parapet of learning.

    Regrets are wasted in continuous flow of life's river"
    Your concluding lines say it so beautifully, Gillena! ❤️

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  15. Gillena CoxOctober 14, 2021 at 4:28 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Punam

    Much💜love

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  16. Sanaa RizviOctober 16, 2021 at 8:40 AM

    This is incredibly evocative, Gillena. I think we all harbor regrets from past pain. You are a strong and beautiful person.. your courage shines through 💝💝

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  17. brudbergOctober 17, 2021 at 10:31 AM

    That pain of unrequited love is amazing.

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