Tuesday, February 26, 2019

catharsis



this poem is journey
     blaming (you)
     &
     blaming (me)

when our hearts are stones
      we river with sands, instead of fish 

when our hands are distant shores
      our words are indifferent, instead of warm with care

we forget that we are not mud-carved jars 
      that remain unshaken by storms & turmoils      

as waves rock back & forth
      we  crack, fall apart, feeling unbalanced  
      trying to swim in half-filled 
      or dry nothingness of land
     
then, think of us  
as pages, empty yet inviting
as flowers, blooming in sleep

      threading beads of happy & sad hours 
      & throwing any clumps of regrets
      to murder of crows

too late or not 
but as long as i'm walking
     
this poem is catharsis
      forgiving (you)
      & (hopefully)
      forgiving (me)

26 comments:

  1. Very nice lines: "when our hearts are stones
    we river with sands, instead of fish " With stone hearts we sink.

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  2. I do love this ... and I so much agree the last line... forgiving yourself is the hardest to do... really really hard.

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  3. Wonderful imagery Grace, You describe it so well... hands on distant shores... cracked vessels broken and floating in turmoil... As you say Forgiveness is a choice we make that is not always reciprocated.

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  4. This is really rich with captivating images, and on point truths. We are not unshaken by storms & turmoils. Excellent poem Grace! 🙂

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  5. This catharsis, this purging of the soul, is very physical, Grace: the rivering with sands, the cracking and falling apart, threading and throwing. But there is also a stillness that runs through it, a backbone of stone and the flowers quietly blooming in sleep. I also like the way it starts with blame and ends with forgiveness.

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  6. Nothing prompts catharsis better than writing!

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  7. Catharsis, like an epiphany, is a personal journey; following our own road map.
    I love your poem; so heartfelt. Forgiveness can come with the trappings of dishonesty; so as they say,"forgive me", for I am wary of it.

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  8. Grace, it sounds like you have found a way to navigate the river, which is a blessing.

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  9. A whole chain of beautiful images, can't pick one out.

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  10. Beautiful and full of wisdom, Grace :)

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  11. Wow, Grace! Such richness of description, and so effective how you transition from the river and dry land to pages and threading, and eventually forgiveness.

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  12. This is done with so much love and equality. Excellent.

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  13. Sure lots of wisdom in this one indeed

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  14. an apology to self before casting the first stone, this spoke volumes Grace, life has so many uncertainties, we assume too much because we are privy to too little.

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  15. So easy to crack, so hard to mend. (K)

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  16. I love this! Your metaphors are wonderful.

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  17. Grace, Your poem speaks volumes and the ending is perfect. I think at times it is easier to forgive others than ourselves.

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  18. Forgiving you and forgiving me. If I cannot forgive myself, how can I forgive others?

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  19. “when our hearts are stones
    we river with sands, instead of fish ”

    Beautiful writing, Grace.

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  20. love this bit:
    we forget that we are not mud-carved jars
    that remain unshaken by storms & turmoils

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  21. I love how the ending circles back to the opening lines...poetry is both a journey and a catharsis.

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  22. A genuine journey from mutual blame to mutual forgiveness, in such an economy of expressive lines! Wonderful, Grace!

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  23. Wow. This is incredible. Grace, you have a lot of Light going through your words. I'm speechless. Thank you for commenting on my blog, so that I came to visit and was blessed by this.
    Debbie

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