The Well of Grief
October 21st, 2016
Image by Erika Craig
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief
turning downward through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown by those who wished for something else.
4 Responses to “The Well of Grief”
i feel you Philip. much love~~~
Hi Philip, I had a dream about exactly this, early yesterday morning. How extraordinary ! And the pictures are a beautiful addition to the poem. Henri x
. . . into the wilderness, the source, the deep . . . may the floating find us where we find ourselves ~
Poignant and lovely.
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