The bitter and the sweet

The bitter and the sweet

There is no language with the words
to embellish this spring gown

no ship that skims the water
with a swan’s unconscious grace

no music machine to rival
the lark ascending into summer blue.

Grief is grey as ash
the same pall for all those
with tongues to cry

and when the gale howls
even the rose bows its head
and lets its petals fall.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

32 thoughts on “The bitter and the sweet”

    1. I feel as though we’re on the brink of catastrophe. Not just the war, the climate, but our humanity seems to be seeping away. We have embraced a world of technology and profits, and we’ve forgotten how to live.

  1. The Oracle spoke to me in couplets too. The sadness here, and in the world, is overwhelming right now. No, there is no language for it. None. (K)

  2. The sadness of the world so beautifully expressed.
    I didn’t get to post mine yesterday. We have some of the same thoughts, but mine’s more wistful. I had bitter in my first rant of a poem. . .

    1. Thank you 🙂
      Yes, yours is a gentler poem than mine, closer to the one I wrote this morning. I think the Oracle is in such a state of fury at the moment her messages are hard to turn into poems.

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