Beneath the Rainbow
A poem by
Lemuel Crouse
Spiraling inward, ever inward
Withdrawing slowly from the light;
Bright splashes of color disguise
My soul's putrid, moldering flesh.
Is this a tomb in which I hide,
Or can I abide awhile within
And begin again to heal,
Until, well, I reemerge?
Mother Ocean's lapping waves,
Cleansing, calming, eternal balm,
Warming, loving, sustaining womb.
But can I overcome the urge to stay
In darkness, tucked away from eyes
In darkness, tucked away from eyes
Which, in light, might spy the awful truth
13 comments:
That's the problem, isn't it - when we know that what lies beneath isn't pretty. I still say we go to the beach next year & let it all hang out!
whats remarkable about our experiences is the lesson learnt or memories retold in literature.
love your magpie.
I say to heck with the ideal, don't hide wear your life with pride!
But what awful truths could such beauty entomb, afterall....
The last line is beautiful.
Oh, my! This one really moved me. I kind of know the feeling.....
I'm feeling a touch of the divine feminine in this one, Dr. L. Nice.
This is a blessing (the poem), and I pray it blesses you. Hugs.
Hey, I think this is my first visit here. You have a clever way with words, really like all the internal rhyme. But it's not just clever, is it? You're sayig something important here. Kudos.
Hey, I think this is my first visit here. You have a clever way with words, really like all the internal rhyme. But it's not just clever, is it? You're sayig something important here. Kudos.
Wonderfully reflective.
Oh this is truly beautiful I must be masochist because I like digging around in the vulnerable corners of my mind lol
bravery is cool.
blessings.
lovely tale.
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