Saturday, April 12, 2014

Sometimes ...

Sometimes 
the lump of a grief
that was stuck in your throat for long
will help you compose a poem;
the lines will come out like a dancing butterfly
words will descend from everywhere,
from the right and the left, this way and that way,
upright, with head held high
like a fresh bout of summer rain and
will melt your sorrow
drop by drop
silently, peacefully,
without a movement, no stir
no wrinkle, nor a stain!
And there will be
just those remnants of a season gone by
like the lingering wetness of some past tears.
Slowly, eventually
The azure sky will promise an equal light,
no beginning, no end, but
an equal music, and
only then you will reach a spotless holy
Freedom!


16 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so resonate with the grief arising, being expressed, the release and the coming of the light - you have described this process so well, Moon! I love it.

Mary said...

Just beautiful...and so true. Grief really does sometimes inspire the most beautiful writing. I think sometimes it can be very helpful in getting a person to the other side.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

If only it was that easy!

Sumana Roy said...

i like lines coming out like a dancing butterfly...cocooned grief finding release on the wings
...beautiful expression

Brian Miller said...

you do capture the cycle while...and you have to progress through the stages...we cant skip them if we are ever to truly find that freedom...

Susan said...

This is so wise. I feel the lumps melting as I write and read and live. This poem melts the very lumps it talks about. Thank you.

R.K. Garon said...

Love the piece and fence graphic.
ZQ

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I am hoping this is true--for me--and for everyone

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Am back again and that lump of grief in the throat is something I really identify with. Thank heavens we can write poems and sometimes set it free.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv the process in your poem, nice image

Have a good Sunday

Much love ...

Rose said...

'And there will be just those remnants of a season gone by, like the lingering wetness of some past tears'
Awesome writing Moon! as is usual with your poems, you never fail to amaze me with your thoughts :)

Paulo Guimaraes said...

You paint a beautiful picture of the craft. Each piece must be woven to form the tapestry of meaning.

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Surely this is a site well worth seeing.

Adhi Das said...

poetic language is superb with alot of imagery and ur lines are indeed like the dancing butterfly spreading beauty!! Smiles:)

The Unknowngnome said...

I missed reading this last month. My loss! It dances! It's your writing like this that makes me want to write more.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful .Poignant .