Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way.
Oh yes, "pieces of broken hearts litter the streets" - a perfect capture of what we are seeing on the news. I love the small blue egg that holds a lock of his hair. I love that you remembered those other mothers, also with broken hearts. This is beautiful, Annell.
Two sad poems.. and after your interview I understand you even more.. the first deeply touching, and indeed many mothers have to live deeply in sorrow.. the other -- (coming here from dVerse) .. makes me think of how the pattern of someone - that special person -- leaves a special pattern (like a songline) to follow.. wonderful words
Such heartache in each word - the small egg around your neck, the homeless coming in from the cold, each mothers' grief your own.And the patterns of loving friendship, delicate and strong. Beautiful - K
Both poems of heartache and loss. Both beautifully penned. Both made me feel empty and aching. There are many ways to lose and each seems to shatter us. Excellent.
nice...i like the second one...it is good to have those in life that will listen and when they speak it is with intention...we need that...you need that right now...and i imagine you will continue to pull those threats for some time to come...
I was prepared for the first from your interview. I loved how you showed the larger pattern, a knowledge of loss. And the second poem! Ingenious! Don't we return here and other blogs again and again as if to good friends, good medicine? Oh, yes, and those closest too. It just struck me that you could be speaking to dVerse or to Sherry!
You are able to evoke such an emotional response in both of these, Annell. I can't begin to imagine the pain of losing a child. I've witnessed it too often (as a hospice nurse) but it is still beyond my reach. You give me a sense of it, though.
Two very nice poems--the first has such a quiet sadness, very moving. Both pieces are excellent!
Pieces of broken heartsLitter the streetsI pray God sends other parents who have suffered your pain to your poems. They would have to speak a common comfort. Bless you.
"Pieces of broken hearts / Litter the streets"..time is so cruel or the Nations?...we love to go back to that pattern that has soothed our soul, gave us a comfortable feel and created a connection forever....
The space of loss is vast here, very touching.
both of these echo, resonate, illuminate a hollow space ~
Both are quite moving Annell. Beautiful work.
Your first poem takes my breath away. The personal loss....It breaks my heart.
Beautifully written...so poignant...lovely to see you at Magpie Tales, Annell...
Beautifully penned ...heartbreaking
As you pray for mothers everywhere, so I pray for you: May there be slivers of joy in your sorrow, gashes of delight in your grief. (You have written a compellingly powerful poem, Annell.)An Ernest Whirl
There are connections and patterns that bind us together even in the bleakest of moments I sense that here...
The Sunday Whirl seems to have disappeared but thanks to its Facebook page I’ve found this weeks’ words. As a temporary measure I’ve put them up on my site along with a Mister Linky thingy-dingy should you wish to participate. It’s all at http://www.keithsramblings.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/once-upon-happier-time.htmlSpread the word brothers and sisters!