Single tenor bell
Heavy carriage wheels
Drops of mahogany rain
hide melancholy and doubt
in the slumbering calm
—
~Sweet scent after all the tears~
—
The healing hand offered out
As silence through the streets
For this heart craves so much
Slowly the soul starts to heal
In the lines of your soft face
—
Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
Sometimes it takes a while for the soul to heal, it seems…especially if it is surrounded by feelings of melancholy or doubt.. But hopefully, in the end, healing will take place.
the beauty after the storm…the wonderful relief once the healing comes…nice job on the form alan.
beautifully bridged….”Drops of mahogany rain” my fav lines…
How comforting that the soul can heal after such a distressing storm, even if te process takes time.
Beautifully written, Alan… I just love it… especially the ending.
This is beautiful, achingly so.
This is very beautiful. I especially love your closing lines.
That sweet smell.. yes only then can we start to heal.. when the storms have raged
Love the healing hand…
I like mahogany rain, Alan. And the bridge in the photo is such an English bridge! Thank goodness for the healing hand.
I am with Peggy …. The image of mahogany rain hiding melancholy and doubt ~~ really nice.
Really beautiful. Those last two lines were my favorite 🙂
At the bridge verse the healingnhas already started, excellent. Thanks for stopping by my blog
Much love…
There is beauty in the lines of a soft face.
Stopping by to say thank you for the introducing the Puente, which Blogitorloseit had at their place. There is much to be said for soft bridges.
Thanks again.
I thought I was someplace else…but thank you too. 🙂
A lovely Puente. And once again, you have written some beautiful transcendent lines – your bridge line: perfect.
What a beautiful poem, the bridge is my favourite line…bittersweet and almost puts the reader in tears too. very nice!
I really enjoyed the final lines — finding healing in the lines of your face. Beautiful. 🙂
Love the imagery and could hear the bell blending with the carriage wheels unto the healing.
Lovely poem and very appropriate use of the puente form. The bridge links and at the same time differentiates both stanzas perfectly. Not to mention the message, which is worth bearing always in mind. Good job!