The Evening Primrose blooms beneath the Oak at midnight even now my heart does too. The love that you smuggled breaks me open that I might call up the waters from another time. The life from below rises, drawn up but what you summon ín me infusing everything reminding it of its true form.
This line really got me. Dealing with some curses right now...and remembering the blessings they once were. Sometimes, I think that pain, that loss can really drive a curse deeper.
Beautiful, Sean. Thank you. And I love these photos of you ~ so Green Man of the forest. . .Blessings
"Every curse
remembers
the blessing
it wanted to be."
This line really got me. Dealing with some curses right now...and remembering the blessings they once were. Sometimes, I think that pain, that loss can really drive a curse deeper.
Thanks for sharing your heart.
Love your poetry
Beautiful, Sean
Thankyo
Thank you, Seán