The procession of my days
gives way
to slow encroaching age
Each page
is written deep in blood
and floods
my mind with memories
that tease

The procession of these hours
have powers
to make the past within
to something sad and lost
A host
for a feast of darker days

The procession of my life
A knife
that cuts my bloodless skin
Reminds me of my choice
This voice
which bids me now to lose regret
and forget

Β© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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19 Responses to Procession

  1. Skye says:

    Sigh….been struggling with some depression today…this poem really tugs at me. As always, wonderfully written, Sis. πŸ™‚ xxxx

  2. Some days the procession seems like an all out sprint. Well done.

  3. Renard Moreau says:

    [ Smiles ] Thank you for posting this beautiful poetry!

  4. Elaine says:

    Finally spending some time catching up a bit on reading blog posts after surgery. Been frustrated because I feel out of touch and confused. Nice poem helan

  5. Elaine says:

    Oops. Helen. Sorry for the typo. Lol pain meds I guess!

  6. Mohamed says:

    I’ve never seen this style before, and I absolutely love it! Wonderfully written.

  7. Enjoyed the flow. Very nice.

  8. Carluh Vicknair says:

    Powerful. Very nice. I really enjoy your pieces!

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