Thursday, January 14, 2010

Sherpa





Thanks to Kuyerjudd of My Heart up Close for this week's prompt, indurated.


After drinking for so long from an ancestral pool of tears, one becomes lost. Find a safe place with a clear stream. Listen to the sound. If it pleases you drink slowly, so as not to become intoxicated. Drink. Drought is not an option.



Sherpa, Daughter
Carrying your satchels
this far
I pause to
taste my own weathered grief
through a soda straw.

6 comments:

the walking man said...

we allow vast amounts of relief to others yet so little to ourselves.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

This is beautiful. So much said in so few words. Excellent work.

Melanie

Patti said...

very nice- I like that drought is not an option. Beautiful image as well!

zoya gautam said...

.. the poet is never an inventor _ never inventing products _

at the bottom of it the poem is only a desire ..

SandyCarlson said...

Evocative. Grief finds a way in, finds a way to become our food.

sanjeet said...

This is beautiful. So much said in so few words. Excellent work.
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