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The Mender
ST (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

The Mender

Poem By Scarlett Treat

There are times
When dull, useless words
Can be polished - - -
Buffed until they shine
Like 'the silver flashing of a soul.'

Pain, fully known,
Or love, fully bloomed,
Shines words to this degree.
Pain, and the loss of love,
Leave the residue
Of a broken,
Seemingly unmendable, heart.

But you came along
With your words of love,
So bright,
So shining,
And mended my heart.

Now there is no hurt,
No memory of hurt.
Only love remains,
And shining words.

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Comments (6)

Wonderful command of language and rhythm employed in the service of noble sentiment.
what they all said.... Sweet testament to the redemptive power of live, and art.
Talk about yir' Poetic ''Dynamic Duo'', would'ya', now! Duncan nailed it all so well, and i must concur, adding only, that this honey & this nectar be of the sweetest & most mind potable variety, indeed...Sterling Work, Guys! ~ ~ ~
Like honey for the mind, nectar for the soul, , beautiful* Love duncan X
This is gorgeous! Love the echo of the line 'the silver flashing of a soul' that ended your earlier poem. You have successfully developed this striking image and produced another beautiful love poem - it's perfect! jz xx