Bittersweet

Bittersweet              

A Perfect Storm

Once a six month storm tore at her shutters
a hot and turbulent wind
pummeled the untanned hide that sheltered the door of a dark cave
wherein lived one of the world’s most illiterate hearts.

As she allowed the wind to help her dance in the trees
Her toughened pelt became soft as velvet
and as pliable as priceless leather
limp, whipped and limber.

In the aftermath of the thrashing torrent
tears kept her hardness soft
and as she walked in the forest
she saw Bittersweet
strewn on the path under her feet
and she rested with her eyes wide open.

©Carole Fults photo and poem

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4 thoughts on “Bittersweet

  1. Rene says:

    This poem touched so deeply and resonated with the soft stirrings of Spirit in my Heart at just the right moment today. Thank you God in the form of my dear friend Carole. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ with so much love and gratitude. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

  2. So many things I could say…but I loved the phrase “limp, whipped and limber.” Especially sounds great read out loud. The photo was also spectacular, sun glowing on bittersweet. Thanks!

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