When she can’t hold them (the sheer
weight of burdened hypotheses) they
fall, a ticker-tape parade of broken
pregnant with remorse. And even then,
they cling like maggots, feeding
on death, slavering in the frenzy; she
accepts the onslaught as necessary
(even natural), as a part of her due
for past errors, flagellation
working mystical redemption
on her Prometheus soul. She
will allow herself one hour
by the hands of
the hall clock before she expels
the notion; dry-eyed
and encased in armour
she will complete
the month’s living,
counting the moments
in heaps until her
Wow! I’m speechless and wordless! <> you certainly have a way with words
Thanks Holly. I sure love to play around with ideas and words…a fun hobby, that’s for sure.
This sounds too familiar. Well done, Mel.
Thanks. I think there a lot of folks out there who grieve impotently, get stuck in places hemmed in by guilt – false or otherwise. I hope this poem’s ‘she’ will let go a little more, and find grace in that dark place…
Seems to be a process, and never as quick as I’d like it–but my memos re changing the plan schedule have been largely ignored…
Yours too? Great gravy 7/8ths. I’m getting over the fact that time is NOT in my job description…
I know–the best thing I’ve found is just to celebrate when I have a growth spurt–yippee skippee!!!
Isn’t that the truth? I have much to celebrate of late – gotta make sure I do it, and do it well. (CJ spangled style?? 😉 )
That’s so Lovely ❤ Poem . agreed to miss Holly michael.
Thanks so much! 🙂
🙂 A Grand Slam!
Thanks Eric! Does it follow any cool poetic pattern that I don’t even know about?
If I run across it, you will be the first one to know it. Until then, let’s just call it a Melody! 😀
I like it! 😀
…and you don’t even know me… uncanny
🙂 Maybe there are a few of these ‘shes’ around??
What a spectacular poem and photo!
The picture is stunning and your words complimented it perfectly. It reminded me growing up I was always in and out of the hospital from age 1to 18 and it made having normal childhood a bit difficult. On days when I had the blues my mom would always give 20 min to cry it out and than she would say okay enough feeling sorry for yourself and if I wasn’t ready to move she would point out lots of people who were facing larger problems and that always put mine into perspective. She is a good mom.
Sounds like she gave you great support and advice. It’s okay to express our hurts – but not very advisable to stay there too long…
It’s truly truly unbelievable !
🙂 The first thing that comes to mind is a Calvin and Hobbes quote – “Believe it, lady.” hehe A little cheeky…perhaps I should just say thank you!