the soul partially filleted –

flaps in the breeze.

healing comes ever so slowly

after the rains subside.

bring on the sun –

darkness is never a friend.

5 responses to “THE PRAYER BEAD

  1. What a powerful poem with so few words. It really packs a punch, with gut-wrenching images. “The soul partially filleted” is so original and unforgettable. The pain is palpable. I can only hope that putting it on paper gave you some relief.

    • thanx lora…right now i’m slowly but surely de-attaching from the existence I once knew. only 9 or 10 more months to go. it’s a great life to look forward to. hopefully native American indian might bring some luck. there is never a guarantee in anything these days.

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