Sunday, January 4, 2015

Moving on



She knots two garbage bags containing clothes and letters and puts them on the road curb.  

Putting on her helmet, she revs the bike's engine.    Black birds skitter above street wires.  
Soon, the wind is whipping static from her hair.    

Sky is dusky grey but all she sees is night, awakening sleek as a panther.



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Shoe box is full of letters
frail as ancient tree
with sleeping flowers

I pluck to read one
remembering why I kept it
But the words fold into
themselves

barely moving 
an empty boat
shadowed by lake pines

Throwing the box away
I watch by window

As wind spits its seeds
and whitens the sky- 



Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Flash 55 Plus - 55 Words in fiction and poem
and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~

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42 comments:

  1. Exhale. Hhhh. From choosing what such an awakened panther might take along to learning what a loving person can leave behind--these poems are exquisite and meaningful to me.

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    1. I can imagine what an awakened panther can do, smiles ~ Thanks Susan ~

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  2. I liked the feeling of freedom you created in you first poem, Grace. I also enjoyed the tiny story of the second one, what you tell us and what we can imagine. Happy New Year!

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    1. Some things are better left unsaid ~ Thanks for the visit Gabriella ~

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  3. Your poems are both very poignant, Grace. They make me reflect on old letters and why we keep them and what we do with them once they are discovered....The image of the words folding into themselves is a strong one! Happy New Year to you!

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    1. Thank you Mary ~ Spent some of my holidays "spring cleaning" and throwing away all the old & unused stuff ~ Why do we keep old letters, I don't know because I keep some of them still ~

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  4. So deep and flowing with emotions. Looking forward to read more beautiful poetry from you this year. :)

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  5. do like the intensity of the last line of poetry... seems to zero in on life

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  6. I love the prose poetry in the first one. Such a sense of freedom in her decision to move.. The second one I love all I can read in what is not said between the glimpses in those old letters.

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    1. Thanks Bjorn ~ I actually took time to get rid of all the old stuff from the house ~

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  7. Dear Grace
    A beautiful poem with fine alliteration!
    Spits its seeds....



    Hugs
    JetteMajken

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  8. To pack it all up and hit the road, freedom there but the grass may not always be greener.

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    1. I know but I guess its the journey that makes the travel exciting and new ~ Thanks Pat ~

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  9. I love that first one. "Sleek as a panther." Oh yeah!

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  10. Both pieces provide two sides of a coin, linked by the letters. In one the woman finds the strength to go, in the other, the need to remain overwhelms. I really loved the details of the blackbirds in the first and the tree with its sleeping flowers in the second.

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  11. I love both pieces ~ the freedom in the first one and the quiet resignation in the second. Beautiful imagery and weaving of words, as always. Happy New Year, Grace :)

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  12. wow!!! enjoyed enjoyed enjoyed

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  13. Poignant and evocative. The prose makes us feel the freedom, and the poem makes us wonder, why the words did not stay the same. We tie a lot of our past into a tight knot, and when we loosen it in the future, much of it doesn't matter anymore.
    Beautiful writing.
    -HA

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  14. Very evocative Grace--sometimes difficult to pack those bags, and sometimes, as here, so very easy and freeing.

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  15. Perhaps, there is a time to let go as the words no longer hold "truth" and what remains is pain so time to hit the road I guess is a way of feeling free. Happy New Year Grace..

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  16. remarkable pieces.especially liked the stark simplicity of the poem.

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  17. I definitely felt the "moving on" essence in this! Happy 2015 to you, Grace!

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  18. Happy 2015, Grace - hope it is joy filled for you and yours. Found both poems to be filled with poignancy - the idea of leaving behind and moving on - loved them.

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  19. I LOVE the panther in your poem. Perfection! Poignant, the letting go of old letters from times gone by. I am continually divesting myself of the Stuff I carry around, as my dwellings get smaller and smaller. More divesting needs to be done. Loved both of these, Grace, but especially the first.

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  20. Oh Grace I loved this as the poems meld into each other...a wonderful time in the New Year to let go of those things that no longer serve us on our journey.

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  21. So beautiful Grace!!! Happy New year dear!

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  22. Real female approach, yes! x ~ happy new year!

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  23. Wonderful poems to begin the New Year - casing out the old, moving on. From time to time, one must literally - as well as figuratively - begin a new passage.

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  24. I like this site, as with many others, but, as usual it's every day amazing. :-)
    ZQ

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  25. gorgeous, the pair, and nuanced, each voice different, succinct, unique. happy new year, Grace ~

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  26. I love the images you give me in the second one. seeding the sky with the past, baggage unloaded.

    The first was all..man few things are better than a good bike on a warm night way out in the way out, merging that headlight with the stars.

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  27. this is a tender poem Kabayan and I kept on reading the line "but the words fold into themselves" such a powerful statement.

    Acceptance and moving on are keys of having a great year ahead.

    Happy New Year!

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  28. I love this poem Grace so full of energy. Cheers!

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  29. happy new year Grace... one do wonder about the letters that are not thrown away...but moving forward is life...you have said it beautifully..

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  30. Two very different yet so similar ways to move on. Great poem.

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  31. I remember when I was in high school, taking the picture of my boyfriend who had broken up with me out of my wallet and putting it into a shoe box full of odds and ends. Everyone sees high school romance as trite, but I cried my damn eyes out. I'm almost 50, and to this day I don't see my emotions at that point as trite.
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  32. "night, awakening sleek as a panther"...beautiful description, Grace.
    And you've reminded me to get myself out to the garage to find my old trunk full of heaven-knows-what.
    K

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  33. I love the image the black birds conjures up and whipping the static from her hair. Oh yeah...let freedom ring.

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