UNTITLED

Originally written & posted ~ 20.12.2011 – Re-posted – 16.12.2019

as part of an Edenbray retrospective

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japonica – a God flower

UNTITLED

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Gonna’ hang my head in sorrow

Gonna’ hang my head in shame

I got the trouble and I got the blame

For the freedom I borrowed

Is now to me a torture and a pain

She came up on the airwaves

Bright hope, n’she gave a spark to life

Kindred people, foursquare down

they’re all holding hands and praying

While the masters son on that sunlit night

was here while the wolves were baying

And he saw that same pain and terror

He caught the image of our scarred remains

No hospital bed for him either

Just jagged nails, un-planed wood…

Come now people who gather

Hear the blessed words of a tiger

as the blood is letting from a torn paw

from a grey-cold broken heart

from a coat so blood-stained and striped 

from a broken dream as close as a promise

and from a simple prayer somewhere

for a brand new start – an honest start

Jasmine, Japonica, sweet smelling flower, 

warm, generous and so full of light!

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writtenbyedenbray(anditsnearlyChristmas)20.12.11

Re-posted16.12.2019

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My poetry is almost always about ‘feeling’ – I like to fuse tradition, history, religion, spirituality together – To me, most of the time – these things are indivisible – I hate categories, classifications, set genres and labelling of any kind – make what you will of this piece – but of course I hope you like it.

( ~ Previous comment :~ Precious Christ knows our failures; our demons; our misgivings. You’ve turned pain into grace. I am touched and humbled. ~ Jessica Renea )

#PROG-PROSE ~ Progressive Poetry – part of an #Edenbray retrospective – Re-posted today for a new generation