Our chasm, an eruption, a widening fault
before you were gentle with gossamer touch
today we have burnt, and honey turned salt
cause agony’s stronger if caring too much.
The wedding band tethers with glistening ache
when dreams are laden with burden of things
when silence is trembling and bitterness shakes
warmth out of summer and green from the spring.
I find in your eyes resilience and strength
a sliver of silver, reliever of pain
reminder of past, a source for the lengths
we are willing to go, removing the stains.
We fill our lives with lavender smell
but never forgetting, eruptions from hell.
The Chasm of Colorado by Thomas Moran
The whirligig provided me with 12 rhyming pair, so this turned into an almost rime bouté for me.. sonnets are fun, and this little narrative fitted well.
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June 7, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
What a captivating title – it feels like the poem echoes that strong sliver of silver…i suppose we must endure chasms and eruptions but if we can still smell lavender…love and commitment hopefully prevails
WOW, this is incredible–I was almost afraid to get too close.
Once that volcano has erupted each will fear it’s return and tread and speak with trepidation.
Sublime writing. I thoroughly enjoyed this.
I enjoyed reading your write. Love the title, Of Chasms and Eruptions.
Love the title. Wonderful means of speaking of the reality within relationships,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
Wow, the good and the bad in the thick of it. Would love be so wonderful if there was not pain sprinkled in now and then?
Thanks for your visit and your kind comment.
Really well done, Bjorn!
“gossamer touch” + “honey turned salt” + “eruptions from hell”–just love the imagery here and the sensations are so powerful.
So much truth to these lines – an excellent sonnet, Bjorn.
This kind of reminds me of my own parents relationship as they loved to argue – at great volume (keeping me up at night). And yet they too were tethered by wedding bands and made it work until his death.
We all seem to be constantly shifting focus throughout our days.
Thanks for stopping by my post on the prompt 🙂
Be well.
I liked this very much: “when silence is trembling and bitterness shakes warmth out of summer and green from the spring” – indelible.