salt tastes just the same hot day weeding the garden, sweat pouring or weeping, lifelong friend gone the cut deep— salt, the same immediate sharp clean
Lovely, “salt of the earth” sharp and clean.
How funny/strange/odd that when I wrote the poem, I never thought of that phrase! I love that you pointed it out. Thank you.
...departed friends and Loved Ones who continue to be our salt... "sharp clean"
So dear, so many. The letting go and grieving times.
your words went straight to my heart...grieving our dear ones can only live there.
So many these days, too. Sending love always.
Lovely, “salt of the earth” sharp and clean.
How funny/strange/odd that when I wrote the poem, I never thought of that phrase! I love that you pointed it out. Thank you.
...departed friends and Loved Ones who continue to be our salt... "sharp clean"
So dear, so many. The letting go and grieving times.
your words went straight to my heart...grieving our dear ones can only live there.
So many these days, too. Sending love always.