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)
Very nice lines: "when our hearts are stones
ReplyDeletewe river with sands, instead of fish " With stone hearts we sink.
I do love this ... and I so much agree the last line... forgiving yourself is the hardest to do... really really hard.
ReplyDeleteWonderful 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.
ReplyDeleteThis is really rich with captivating images, and on point truths. We are not unshaken by storms & turmoils. Excellent poem Grace! 🙂
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteNothing prompts catharsis better than writing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!!
ReplyDeletePages holding love and forgiveness.
ReplyDeleteCatharsis, like an epiphany, is a personal journey; following our own road map.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
Grace, it sounds like you have found a way to navigate the river, which is a blessing.
ReplyDeleteA whole chain of beautiful images, can't pick one out.
ReplyDeleteVery lovely, Grace. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and full of wisdom, Grace :)
ReplyDeleteWow, Grace! Such richness of description, and so effective how you transition from the river and dry land to pages and threading, and eventually forgiveness.
ReplyDeleteThis is done with so much love and equality. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteSure lots of wisdom in this one indeed
ReplyDeletean 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.
ReplyDeleteSo easy to crack, so hard to mend. (K)
ReplyDeleteI love this! Your metaphors are wonderful.
ReplyDeleteGrace, Your poem speaks volumes and the ending is perfect. I think at times it is easier to forgive others than ourselves.
ReplyDeleteForgiving you and forgiving me. If I cannot forgive myself, how can I forgive others?
ReplyDelete“when our hearts are stones
ReplyDeletewe river with sands, instead of fish ”
Beautiful writing, Grace.
love this bit:
ReplyDeletewe forget that we are not mud-carved jars
that remain unshaken by storms & turmoils
I love how the ending circles back to the opening lines...poetry is both a journey and a catharsis.
ReplyDeleteA genuine journey from mutual blame to mutual forgiveness, in such an economy of expressive lines! Wonderful, Grace!
ReplyDeleteWow. 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.
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