my brokenness has borne
the
fruit
of a
thousand sorrows
piece
by piece by piece
piercing
by piercing by piercing
arrows
of unlove
unbecoming
to
become
what
can only be
remedied
by
the man of sorrows
acquainted
with grief
my
grief
borne
in
love’s long-suffering war
©
2016 Jennifer Wagner
“Love
is a long-suffering war.” –Janet Martin, poet extraordinaire
Note: over at dVerse the prompt is to write a
secret admirer poem and since my poem is a bit similar to the guidelines of the
prompt offered I wanted to make mention of it--though I didn’t write it in
response.
Jen, I am touched beyond words.truly. thank-you.
ReplyDeleteI read and reread your poem. breath-taking! and do you know what?! I have Isaiah 53 hanging on my fridge!
Jen, I have not read another poem that could hammer the very soul with a million holes, each bleeding red. Someday, there will be a Rose.
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful and beautiful poem - wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI like the feel of this: there is the brokenness and the eventual healing. I like your poems: they have just enough detail so they are not prosaic, but they are accessible to someone like me. Fine write, this is.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem about both unlove and love.
ReplyDeleteThe stuff of living and loving captured so eloquently in this beautifully woven poem. Wonderful writing!
ReplyDeleteThere is an art to poetry that few can grasp...but you are one of the few that can. Great job...
ReplyDelete__Love, is that which you give to all to overcome the 'thousand sorrows'... with but one of glee. One plus one, then more and more, and soon the count of hate receds. The "Count of Hate."
ReplyDeleteMuch to think and ponder about ~ Love each word and line Jennifer ~
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