silent screaming memories,
markers of recipes
made with one part spice,
two parts of dedication
and oodles of love
leave us with more woe
than Plath could pontificate about
or even Sexton's sadness
scrawled in the madness
of the moment,
this, this is when I wonder
why words are never enough
to lighten the heaviness
of grief, insolent, audacious
thief of our world order,
as we move on from
what needed to be done
to what must be seen to be done,
when you cannot speak
I will understand what you say,
when you are able to voice vexation
I will listen with both ears
eagerly and in earnest,
rage red in frustration
and I will wait, wait patiently,
for the violet of contrition
and the ache to lift anchor,
I hope for you days that dawn brighter,
let the healing time begin...
Author notes
I hope the healing time for your spirit begins soon. Love and light from across the pond,Yvette
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I love it when you speak of grief as the "thief of our world order", I don't know it it was meant to sound positive, but I really think this is grief's positive aspect : to turn our habits, automatisms, comfort zones upside down and inside out ... to bring up all the tidily hidden feelings, from beneath the plaster mask of conformity ...
I have the impression, grief is actually beneficial ... to dig deep, deep wells of compassion and patience into the arid soil of our souls ...
it also makes us realize how helpless we actually are, and that the only way out is the way "in" ...
so, tomorrow, when visiting henri, I hope to be as speechless as possible, to just sit down with henri and just help him cry ...
thank you so much for your most precious poem that will make the trip with me, on paper and in my heart ...
much love,
marion
ps. I'm sorry for not being able to give you any clappies, it seems I have already commented on this poem a few years ago, and the system is really, really stingy ...
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This is beautiful and so amazing. Especially this part:
when you cannot speak
I will understand what you say,
when you are able to voice vexation
I will listen with both ears
It conveys such care and love for the person you wrote it for. Thank you for your entry. -
a good poem, ah grief, it will touch us all at times. life sadly ends, we have a lifetime to delve into where people will wave goodbye to us.
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Hi,
I am sure you have something profound to say here......And just because it was a condolence poem isn't going to sway me...I have some issues......PARTIAL PUNCTUATION is tantamount to doing it wrong......If you are going to affect a style, then you have to be CONSISTENT...... You use commas intermittently and incorrectly.....You fail to use any periods at all ......then there is the inconsistent CAPITALIZATION..........You capitalize the pronoun “I”, but not the beginning of your sentences......
silent screaming memories,
markers of recipes
made with one part spice,
two parts of dedication
and oodles of love
leave us with more woe
than Plath could pontificate about
or even Sexton's sadness
scrawled in the madness
of the moment,
In the above stanza: if you have “one part spice”, then it should be “two parts dedication”......there is no “OF” in there.......
Silent screaming memories,
Markers of recipes.
Made with one part spice,
two parts of dedication,
and oodles of love.
Leave us with more woe
than Plath could pontificate about...
Or even Sexton's sadness ,
scrawled in the madness
of the moment.
That’s the best I can do...If I can’t figure out how to read it, how am I ever going to get your message???????......TTFN Love Laurel -
wow... kinda speechless here after reading this but i'll try
the repitition of 'this' and 'wait' really emphasize how you are there to comfort someone. very creative and it works.
'rage red' and 'violet of contrition' are perfect use of color. i would have never thought of the violet one but it sure works.
wonderful poem
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You are offering a cure to someones guilt with a high order of words. The violet of your love will bring that which you seek through this lovely of poems.
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This is touching and would put the cliched efforts of hallmark to shame.
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Powerful write. You are talented. A high caliber poem
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Great emotional write here. The dedication spoke a lot to all of our lives. If we really embrace. very well done. And thank you for sharing such a personal view. ~MC
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such healing in the title alone and with adding of
such sincere words pen make it all the more amazing.
the comfort and love expressed in every line show the
piece of your heart within here.
loving words written
to ease the pain if only
a little.
Cori
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a very sensitive poem of encouragement and consolation radiating with compassion ...
may your heartfelt words ease the grief and bestow the balm of peace upon darcy's soul ...
maa
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Excellent.
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Beautiful use of language, and very well written.
I love the analogies of Sexton and Plath.
In extreme emotion be it of grief or joy,, our language falls short and this is when gestures of kindness reveal much more, just as you did here.
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These have been long overdue
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ah...besides the fact that this is wonderfully sweet and shows untold devotion, there are lots of word combinations that really pleased my poetic appetite. loved the whole first stanza, more woe
than Plath could pontificate about
or even Sexton's sadness
scrawled in the madness
of the moment,; audacious
thief of our world order,; voice vexation;
I will listen with both ears
eagerly and in earnest,; wait patiently,
for the violet of contrition
and the ache to lift anchor, that's my favorite right there. i like the way you repeated a couple of words in 2nd stanza and third stanza. it showed great emotion and added to the drama of it all. excellent write
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who needs words when precense sez it all...
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These words may seem to be; "not enough" but I know that words carry with them a balm that satisfies and heals. I know these will do what they were designed to do. I stand with you in these words from one loving sister to another. This is a heartfelt contribution to what must be felt at this time. My grandmothers were my world. They lifted me no matter how low. I miss them and know what Darcy must be feeling right now. Beautifully penned dear Yvette. Sigh~
Much LOVE ♥
Renee
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So True
I love the title When Words Are Not Enough, then the first line so very sad silent screaming memories then is nte last line, there is hope, let the healing time begin so very excellent. The title, first line and last line embrace and complete the poem as a whole. Excellent write and so well said for When Words Are Not Enough! I wish I had the vocabulary you do! I have so much to learn being a new poet without education! I am so impressed with this poem and I have been reading many. Thank you for sharing your gift with me. stavykm
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wow, this is a great write, the poem is sad, but the message is very clear, glad i stop by and read this.
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healing time...
Wonderful! The subject matter is sad but the message contained within is one of hope. Hope for a time to come when you can "let the healing time begin..." I think Onceris13 will feel themself lucky to have a caring friend such as you... and will take comfort from the wisdom and empathy of your words!
Excellent work!
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This is a gift of caring for a friend. We all know the end is coming and it never comes as planned or no matter how ready we think we are ~ we aren't. Well done my friend.
Love, Tom B.
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this is beautiful..
wish it were mine.
And yes, let the healing begin. A beautiful write, for a beautiful poet.
Standing and applauding this one!
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The write contradicts it's title, Yvette. But while the honest and heartfelt support of such written words as these can comfort over time, capable as they are of revisits during griefs temporary lull, they convey a truth: that at those times when torn hearts shriek, the whispered words of comfort can never be enough.
There were echoes of St. Francis' Prayer in the final stanza, the incantation style hypnotic and soothing, the dedication of self as a prop and support over the long process of healing.
I sincerely hope that your friend finds comfort in this poem, and in the outpouring of sympathy it has generated
PJ
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You are one of the dearest people on this site and your words here are incredibly touching. I can't say enough how perfect this is, and I know she'll appreciate it.
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"this is when I wonder
why words are never enough
to lighten the heaviness
of grief"
I read somewhere that words weren't designed to carry the weight; the burden is on us. What does lighten the heaviness of grief is the arms and the compassion of friends. This poem is extremely touching, Yvette and it shows how big your heart is. Beautiful, sensitive and soft...this will definately help soothe and ease.
~ Nicolette
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this is a very touching piec hopefully it will offer her some words of comfort a caring sensitive write well done to you
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Wow, this is so touching.. I feel the same away but you have found the perfect words to express it. Your tone is this poem is gentle and eloquent and honest. This is a really good poem to dedicate. I love it, and I know that if I were her this would probably make me feel understood, and like I'm not alone. I think (hope) she'll love this.
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a lovely poem for a special lady -
awww......I read a poem she wrote about her grandmother...I am sorry to hear she passed, I just lost mine a month ago...
these are beautiful words of condolence
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