Hello, my dear digital friends!
I love to spend time thinking about poems I read.
Don’t get me wrong. Like anyone else, I love emotional hooks, heart fluttering and tears welling when I read good poetry.
But, for me, when that intensity of reaction fades, that’s when I dig in for the intellectual reward. This form of satiety feeds my soul long after “the feels” dissipate.
Hot off the presses, this week’s new poem is chock full of biblical allusions for those who enjoy exploring this literary device in their poetry.
But does that make this a religious poem? A commentary on religion?
I mean, if I took the painstaking time to build a certain set of referential words, what was the point? Clearly it was a conscious choice.
Could the allusions simply add gravitas to a sad poem about being alone?
Or could it be both? Or something else entirely?
You be the judge of that, my friends. All that matters is what a poem means to you.
As always, please let me know your thoughts/ feelings/ reactions to this poem in the “Leave a Reply” section down below.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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fur caught in brambles
a psalm of forgiveness
for those who cry
from the shadowed valley below
lost sheep abandoned
who know not still water
nor green pastures
a balm made more fruitless
for those who bleat and bleat
to the insouciant night
pleading to be heard
when no shepherd
was ever listening
a calm fills the valley
here midst such loveless silence
thy rod and thy staff disquiet
fur caught in brambles
the terror of being alone
known but to those
who take shelter in the crags
who murmur the Song of Solomon
This poem gave me a devastating sense of abandonment. The religious comment a distraction.
So well written as always.
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Cheers, Sandie….thank you, This is definitely a darker, sadder poem, to be sure. And i as always appreciate hearing your thoughts! 🙏🏻🖤🍷🌹☘️✨
Fur caught on brambles is such a poignant synecdoche for representing the pain of being alone and unteathered to anyone else. The Song of Solomon harkens meaningful, caring partnership and love. We all need this to survive, as sheep need a shepherd. Such a painfully sweet poem Pat!
Naomi! Love this comment so much… I think you’re capturing the essence of what I intended with this poem. Thanks, my friend. Cheers 🖤🙏🏻🌹🍷✨