Shadow Musings
by Patrica Sanders
1.
If I poured all my sorrows and broken dreams into a vessel,
It would fill oceans.
Vast, encompassing,
Still raging; alive inside me.
Waiting for a sign
That all was not without reward.
2.
Oh! sacred Patience,
Unknown the price you exact.
Late, we realize the cost we pay
Is the price of having it now.
3.
Sorrow fills a broken coke bottle.
With its shapely seductive form;
To tell the tale of heartache,
As if it were a love song.
4.
Beautiful tale with promise
Where loss is the villain.
Let the soul dance a holy jig,
Bellow a false laugh.
Watching the wretched dragging
Of its corpse
Across the desolate desert of hell.
Bio
Patricia Sanders sailed the 1100-mile Mexican Baja Coast with seafaring friends; through chilling, star-filled nights, crew/captain strains, cheap tequila, Cuban cigars, a split boom in near death storm – she emerged spirit free to begin anew. She is studying English at Santa Barbara Community College and working on her first chapbook of her sailing misadventures.
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