B l u e s

no, it’s beyond words.

say a word your word
if you need,

death loss tears grief gone ever
it’s beyond all these

take them hold them
press them tear them

squeeze from them
the tears of things
tears at the heart of things

squeeze this pure pure liquid
from these from life itself

so pure it’s nameless
so pure it’s the being
of your being,
the truth of truth,
the beauty, of all the sadness
that ever,

so pure, so true
that never again;
so pure, it could be
joy or love or grace
wash in its purity
this is life

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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