Rosary

Counting down the beads of
a worn, wooden rosary; the
tangible reminder of the
faith of Our Father,
who art in Heaven.

Reciting each Hail Mary was
a verbal flagellation, the torn
flesh of my grief dropped in
dripping, bloody strips;
soaked by my own tears.

I am dragged down by
the reality of your
absence, your
loss, your
Death.

by Erik Shinker

7 thoughts on “Rosary”

arlene

Beautiful!

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February 11, 2020 at 6:31 pm Reply
1. Perpetually Past Due
  
  Thank you!
  
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  February 11, 2020 at 6:34 pm Reply
Liz Gauffreau

I particularly like the form of this one. It conveys the emotion of the poem very powerfully.

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February 11, 2020 at 8:10 pm Reply
erroneouschoices

Feeling that last stanza

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February 11, 2020 at 11:32 pm Reply
Meepingblog

Oh… this one is super intense. Love it 😍

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February 13, 2020 at 1:23 pm Reply
1. Perpetually Past Due
  
  Thank you!
  
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  February 13, 2020 at 1:49 pm Reply
Carly

Compelling.

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February 19, 2020 at 8:53 pm Reply

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