The teddy bear is ground
Into the dirt
There is no room for comfort
Not in this world
My fingers bleed
Curled around
The rusted tin and metal
We carry on
Refuse to hear
The bend and snap
Of our spirit
Heavy
Hard
Best neglected
Balled up
In twine and razor wire
Inside
We sigh
Thinking
Back
The trinkets
The shine
All worthless
Then
And
Now
An empty nest
That locked us in
Remember the messages
The stones
I am here
You are there
Any way to get through
To conjure up
Love
I ate my heart
Swallowed it down
With powder and dust
Cleaned the pipes
The breath comes out our throat
In the place where the last people gather
The end of a climb
The light of a snow cap
I hold her tiny hand
The first day passed
The second never ends.
What visual explosion!
ReplyDeleteThanks miskmask - explosive in a good way hopefully!
DeleteWe leave behind the past every day. How we would love to return but the future is good too it is only the present that seems endless. It is time to leap to that third day because anything is possible.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward is good Old Egg thank you..we get tangled up in time..it's a test of my GCSE physics (lack of) knowledge..here's to the third day!
DeleteThis breaks my heart with the powerful images you create - a teddy bear ground into the dirt, the curled bloody fingers,
ReplyDelete"The bend and snap
Of our spirit" -I could almost hear a physical snap.Hoping the second day could end soon to bring relief.
maybe it's like a frozen twig..you need to snap it..warm it up to reach it..replant it..or maybe it just sounded right..thank you Robyn
DeleteIt is incredible how with the starkness of one word lines - the heaviness of human spirit and dragging hopelessness and yearning for love is conveyed! "The first day passed. The second never ends." seems to indicate that there is no future - but one can hope. One can hope.
ReplyDeleteEvery day has to end..eventually..thank you Pearl..let's hope it ends hopefully though..
DeleteA never-ending day? I had no clue what I was going to spawn with that prompt!
ReplyDeleteCatching Sunrise, Carrying Light
Thank you for spawning the prompt itself..thank you Magical..
DeleteI was blown away by:
ReplyDeleteI ate my heart
Swallowed it down
With powder and dust
Thank you very much Laurie
DeleteI am told the Past holds sadness, the Future anxiety, so it is best right here. Right now, everything is OK. My love to you, xoxoxoxohugs
ReplyDeleteYes it is ok..thank you Annell hugs back x
DeleteSome days do seem longer...and then with the blink of our eyes and a few dreams...
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of every time as a child, I had to move somewhere else.
I went a few shades dark with my tanka here:
http://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/whirl-144-be-prepared/
Thank you Jules I hadn't thought of it like that but I am stuck with Alice in many ways..looking forward to your shades of dark
DeleteIt's easy to get stuck, held back by the past. But where there is a second day, a third must follow. True freedom lies in choosing that next day.
ReplyDeleteYes..thank you Ann..sometimes it takes too much bravery to choose..but leaving things to chance isn't always reliable
DeleteHere's to the third day, indeed! Soulful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Brenda - and cheers!
DeleteYes, people no listening to soul...if they do...there will be no need to choose...all answers already inside...
ReplyDeleteTrue enough humbird...maybe we just don't know it yet..thank you
DeleteThis is so powerful! The line ' I hold her tiny hand' suggests to me the speaker is holding the hand of herself as a young child.....offering a hopeful second day. So many wonderful images you wove into your words!
ReplyDeleteThank you Wabisabi...think you are spot on..thank you
DeleteSome incredible visuals here Jae...I've had both kinds of days and know the value in remembering to breathe. BTW, your comment spurred me to explain where the feather poem came from. Hope you come and read it...
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Some days are better than others thats true..thank you Elizabeth..flying over to your post any moment now
DeleteWow! Amazing beginning! It pulled me right in.
ReplyDeleteAs did toes and basil..thank you Linda
DeleteYou are so right. The trinkets and shine are worthless. It's the people willing to love us flaws and all that make facing each new day worth the effort. This is great work, as always.
ReplyDeleteThank you Belva..as always
DeleteThe breath comes out our throat
ReplyDeleteIn the place where the last people gather
The end of a climb
The light of a snow cap
Gives a feeling of achievement of attaining something. Most who went through the process were breathless at the end of it but they were successful too! Wonderful Neruda style Jae!
Hank
Thank you very much Hank..(have to look up Neruda style!)
Delete"we refuse to hear the bend and snap of our spirit" ...I remember thinking once, that if we were as hard on our friends as we are on ourselves, we wouldn't have any. You are this lighthouse beacon - shining so brightly and yet you hold your own tiny hand and keep your eyes shut as if the light isn't there. Sometimes we shiver in self-imposed dark when there are others basking in the glow. That is often how I feel reading your words. Love to you Jae.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dee..very much..maybe it's habit..learning to look up and let a little light in..I think my blog friends are my lighthouse beacon x
Deletethe last two lines - wow.. but tomorrow always comes..so we can hope.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Lady in Read
DeleteIf the second day never ends, I hope it is a good day!
ReplyDeleteYes indeed thank you Mary :)
DeleteWow, powerful words. I forgot I was reading a wordled poem. We carry on, refuse to hear, the bend and snap, of our spirit. Yes, we do.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it drowns out the whirl of life so you can't help but hear it..unfortunately..thank you Sabra
DeleteUp or down In or Out there is a constant at least The words they are beautiful and faithful, who would guess ? yes they are and What you want What you want…it is the Focus the Focus… Love to you my dear and to Alice and the sweetest littlebig Dormouse...and hugs, just-right hugs
ReplyDeleteDear Miss A oh to be able to focus..we have the concentration of the midges hovering around dear Dormouse's ears..sweet hugs and consistent faith back.. thank you x
DeleteAs usual, dear friend, you create images that are deep and profound and touching. I like the circuitous nature of time you seem to impart. I also like that one can look back and see those challenging times, never to return to such circumstance.
ReplyDeleteThat is the plan..made possible with help from my friends..thank you very much Kim x
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