Sunday's Whirligig
#47
broken, chasing,
sheared, remains, missing, pilgrim, basket, jagged, sorrow, keep,
swims, wise
A Tattered and Torn
Envelope
chasing sheared
remains what is missing yes, i was a pilgrim in a basket
tripping over jagged
rocks i have known sorrow know it now
and
regret would-a could-a
should-a swims
over and over in my mind
but the past lies only in memory the threads that once held
are broken
now rage and yearning will change nothing
i keep it all to
myself in my breast pocket near my heart
wise words in a
tattered and torn envelope yellowing with age
February 21, 2016
The Sunday Whirl
Wordle #239 Start, attack, volume, still, truth, free, two, crispy,
phrase, sun, rage, yearning
The Gift Given
someone said it
started long ago perhaps in the beginning but where is the
beginning
where to place the
finger find the truth is it the volume at
the bottom
with the crispy
pages yellowed over time free of babble
just a word or
two a phrase written from the sun you face it with rage
you trace the words with your fingers still the meaning eludes
you start
again something about the dna you were born with
the gift
given the attack was unexpected as are most things in life
and if hard and
unpleasant it is life you are living
February 22, 2016
16 comments:
Such beautiful and deep poems today....these words were most poignant to me...
'i keep it all to myself
in my breast pocket
near my heart
wise words in a tattered
and torn envelope
yellowing with age'
tears welling up as I read these words again....
I agree, this was beautiful!
I especially resonate with your first poem, a pilgrim in a basket, tripping over sorrow, with all the could a shoudas.....in the second I like the line a phrase from the sun, and yes, even when unpleasant, it is life we are living....always a gift.
I really like both of them. The first one for the soft sorrow hidden in a pocket, a secret held close. The second for its clear vision and wisdom,
Elizabeth
love them both... so much in those words, so rarely we get those letter nowadays... it's for sure a treasure.
another fine piece.
ZQ
It is good to keep those wide words- whether they are in tattered form or not. Sometimes it is good to reread.... Wise words really do NOT age.
When reading the first poem I thought about all those children tortured by a life of refugee status. Both poems are profound.
Much love...
"i was a pilgrim in a basket
tripping over jagged rocks"
"i keep it all to myself
in my breast pocket"
Love.
Both pieces.
You too amazed me. I loved how you incorporated the words you listed into your poetry that followed. Neat work. Woo-hoo!
Sadness and loss are great prompts for our writing. It is way of showing our enduring grief.
"rage and yearning will change nothing" and " it is life you are living"....could relate to the lines from the two poems..excellent write...
The sun seems to be the constant string weaving through these pieces..yellowing the paper..hopefully creating warmth in the words and objects left behind..life can be hard...perhaps that is one proof that we are living it..and feeling it xo
powerful........
In spite of all our pondering we can't respond to 'if we live or not'.Nicely worded.
past...I keep ' in my breast pocket ' ~ so much resonates..
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