Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Not One Tear for Remembering

[sunrise by NASA]

This is a piece of prose poetry, for Kerry's Wednesday challenge at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads. I gave it a try and these words spilled out all by themselves, revealing a truth I try not to look at too squarely. Yikes! Gotta watch these poems!


Fix your eye on the north star and turn right before morning. The madman walks between daybreak and hellfire and has fallen. Never say to me that I dont know soaring. I do, but I know it from the safety of the ground and the longing in my heart, always captive, tethered like a  kite in full sail to the hand of the needy. Never tell me that I dont know love for, alone and solitary, I have learned to love the whole world and I carry that love with me like a prayer, like a weeping elegy, like a song of hope that refuses to be muted.

Come my way and I'll show you a bit of the highway you may never have seen, through the eyes of blindness that have been opened. I'll teach you to listen to wolfsong and witch-howl, and we can join in towards the midnight hour, when the longing is too great to be contained within any longer.

I dont know what I'm writing here, it is writing itself, and it is telling me that though I smile and insist on hope, within there is a sorrow, constantly ebbing and flowing like the tide. A sorrow, under the bright smiles and determined hopefulness, as deep as the ocean, and as wide, that dare not, dare not, shed one tear for fear of drowning.

17 comments:

  1. Wow Sherry. Amazing what writes itself when we let it! That ocean of sadness is scary and I understand what you mean about not shedding that first tear. And thank you for visiting my site!

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  2. Dear Sherry, this is so complete that I dare not add another word except to say I love your soul.

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  3. This is one of the best things you've written. Tell the damn truth, someone said. Well, you just did, and excellently.

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  4. This is one of your best! And one of my favorites!! Do not fear, light as a feather and floats on the surface... you are you! A Marker for sure!
    annell

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  5. Oh, Sherry, this is awesome.
    If I just let go, and write what comes out, it is usually silly, light, fluffy, and alliteration (the bane of my existence).
    I wish I could write as you do.
    (Gorgeous sunrise by NASA. They're pretty good, too.)

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  6. Sherry- This is absolutely beautiful and very moving.

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  7. A magnificent and beautiful piece of prose Sherry!! I am with Kerry I love your soul!!!

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  8. Sherry, one thing I know is that you will NOT drown. A catharctic write, I hope.

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  9. ah, for that first stanza... piercing and wondrous.

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  10. Yes, and it really wrote itself, Koko. I agree with the others-- this is one of your most beautiful, effortless and elegant pieces. It is honest as it is human. It speaks to me. It speaks to us.

    :) :)

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  11. "Know soaring from the safety of the ground"...speaks for me too...So much is woven through this profound peice.

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  12. Oh, this is wonderful. Almost Peter Pan-ish (second star to the right and straight on till morning) and yet very real. Writing about writing --- an important piece with beautifully written observations and advice.

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  13. Lovely, a well of openness, deeply affecting. I have lived there, in your final paragraph and line...

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  14. Your one tear reminded me of something I wrote... " Move but one small stone which dams the flow of truth; the first seeping will soon become a raging torrent with strength to overturn boulders of falsehood in it's path."

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  15. That went straight from your soul to mine, Sherry.I too, carry "that love with me like a prayer, like a weeping elegy, like a song of hope that refuses to be muted". Loving one another is ultimately what keeps us afloat, and saves us from drowning...

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  16. You don't sound as if you don't know what you're writing. Prose full of poetry.

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