Almond Grove

Suffering was out of bounds when I was made of mahogany

Unspeakable questions

Harsh splinters rising in my throat

Unspoken words

Disconnected yet understood.


Choose to cry in silence

Or hold each cold, stainless knife

As every accepted incision

Absorbed each contradiction

To accommodate dazed intent.

So tell me the answer

As I face again the experience

And let the crinkled mask shatter

A purging of my furrowed brow.

In empty sanctuaries

At last children play

And hide inside Almond Groves,

Blistered blossom grieves

Stripped of tenderness

Where silent buds kiss the freshening breeze.


“On that day you will no longer need to be ashamed,  for you will no longer be rebels against me.” – Zephaniah 3:11

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1 Response to Almond Grove

  1. Mary says:

    This poem expresses to me the universality of seeking answers to those ‘unspeakable questions’ within one’s heart. Somehow the words inside must find a way to be spoken & not stay hidden as children in an almond grove.

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