The Afterglow
In
your purgatory the flames plagued you,
especially
in the year of silence.
Did
my words deliver any solace
to
you as you wandered in the wasteland?
My
orisons rising, crashing like waves
against
a distant, unresponsive shore.
When
you reached the ridge leading to the light,
the
downward path proved easier. Once more
you
smiled. Healing poured over you in waves
of
light. Again, you shone with the brightness
of
unending sunlight and loving warmth.
The
afterglow burst upon me, giving
renewed
hope and rejoicing beyond words.
As
best as I can, I give them expression.
Arthur
Turfa lives in South Carolina, but his poetry reflects the many places where he
has lived or traveled. His next book, Saluda Reflections,
comes out from Finishing Line Press in June 2018. He has two other books of
published poetry.
Dear Arthur,
ReplyDeleteYour poem makes me muse how a positive spirit can conquer dark times. Well written piece.
Best wishes,
Inge
Inge, I am glad that you read my poem! You understood exactly what it is about. Thanks again!
Deleteheartwarming indeed
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack! That was my intention.
DeleteI enjoyed your piece Arthur, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you enjoyed this, Peggy! Thanks for reading and commenting!
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