Swimming in grains of sand
the past grazes
and I still fret
like I did
so many years ago.
I wear her insults
like a trophy,
because I must have deserved them;
she was my mum.
This hairshirt
is becoming so worn and threadbare;
I have knelt, begging for forgiveness
so many times.
But she's dead now
(and I thank god
I wasn't on the receiving end
of her dementia).
Should I feel guilty
as I breathe a sigh of freedom?
I guess it doesn't matter
as I inhale this morning's peace
and know that through my remorse
I can remove these dark glasses
of belittlement,
sipping the sweetness
of this day.
Author notes
Prompt-
Reminder
by Michael Ryan
Torment by appetite
is itself an appetite
dulled by inarticulate,
dogged, daily
loving-others-to-death—
as Chekhov put it, "compassion
down to your fingertips"—
looking on them as into the sun
not in the least for their sake
but slowly for your own
because it causes
the blinded soul to bloom
like deliciousness in dirt,
like beauty from hurt,
their light—their light—
pulls so surely. Let it.
In a list
A contest entry
- Let it.. Quick and probably painful. by Rowan.
1700 points, ended March 19, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Yes, sometimes it's better to just let it go and appreciate the soil beneath us, and the air above. I liked the honesty, and soft regret in this piece.
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Wow!!
Now this was painful
The images and emotions wrapped around my Mind and I felt the energy flow through my veins
Oy~~
yet Beautifully versed
Keep that quill dancing~~
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in the contest Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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this is so deep and powerful your words speak of so much depth and catured my every thought and heart string well done gran
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Wow this is so much deeper than it first appears, I am glad you can put those days and feelings behind you and into words so we can learn from them as you have... simply stunning.... going in my bookmarks, goodluck in the contest
Karen
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