Thursday, April 29, 2021

mo(u)rning tea/ anniversary

 

before the birds sing

& yellow daffodils unfurl


pour yourself a teacup of mint & jasmine

& write your story of regrets on the pages 


of notebook:  line by line

the words appear waiting      as if motionless


the verses turn wanting        as if suspended

you know all of them, lingering at edge of light 


beautifully absent

but you have learned something by now


you have not mourned them   

you burned your bridges



Posted for dVerse OpenLink Night,hosted by Mish.   Inspired by Tuesday's Poetics prompt on bridges.  Thanks for the visit.

19 comments:

  1. I love the conclusion... the mourning is a bridge to what was, but unless you take care to remember the bridges are gone.

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  2. This links up well with Merril's prompt from Tuesday. Perhaps once we acknowledge that those bridges have been burned, we can finally let go...

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  3. Have not been here for a while and was immediately reminded how clean and crisp your writing is. You focus is always a deep one, but seemingly written with a light heart - I envy you that... A lovely piece.

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  4. A wistful poem, Grace. I love the lines:
    ‘pour yourself a teacup of mint & jasmine
    & write your story of regrets on the pages

    the verses turn wanting as if suspended’.

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  5. Early morning tea (coffee for me, please), birdsong & writing...right up my alley, Grace.

    Great work.

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  6. I look forward to such a time when sitting down with the memories brings no hint of dark at all, or light. Beautiful conveyment of a complexity hard to put into just a few words.

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  7. I love the play on words in the title. There is often a mourning we must cross through and sometimes we need to rebuild the bridges to do it....when we are ready. This line was striking...."you know all of them, lingering at edge of light".

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  8. Grief's arrow if straighter than most of us are able or willing to see. And how we squander its long shadowy hours hoping for a reprieve. There is a heart inside the heart of this, waiting, perhaps, forever? Is that what we learn?

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  9. Beautiful words and I love the way you blended the words morning and mourning in the title! ��

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  10. "you have not mourned them

    you burned your bridges"

    I read this as mourning the time lost to regrets. Sometimes bridges need burning. That is the lesson.

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  11. you have not mourned them
    you burned your bridges

    Many would have committed the error of not caring of the consequences of little things that may turn out later to be big.

    Hank

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  12. Very nice Grace! Writing is a way of putting things to rest... and burning bridges.

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  13. This brings some light to mo(u)rning and burning bridges. I love the images and plays on words. And the layout of the broken lines. April is Anniversary time for me too.

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  14. Grace, I hope that my comment posted. This is lovely.

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  15. Those last two lines are quite haunting.

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  16. I resonate with Mo(u)rning tea - as it usually accompanies watching the news. It is always lovely to read you, Grace.

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