My Soul Is A Traceless Wound Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

My Soul Is A Traceless Wound



my soul is a traceless wound
a bruising of stars

a trial with no witnesses

a tree of clouds where birds
are singing cloudless songs

a shade drawn against the sun
a fire stung by air

a rift within an
imaginary family

a sadness of inquisitions

no broken thread of remembrance floating

on the beautiful finger of God-

mary angela douglas 24 december 2003
copyright 2006

Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Sorrow
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 27 August 2014

beautiful finger of god, good writing, thanks.

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Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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