Saturday, June 23, 2018

A Note Into the Silence



It doesn't matter that the phone has gone silent,
that you are angry, not speaking,
believing I don't understand the extent
of your suffering, as, indeed,
my mother's heart understands
only too well.
I am still here, waiting,
as I have always been, will always be:
for your sun to shine once more,
for the day when you need to speak,
for the phone to ring,
for our conversation to resume.


for Kerry's Micro Poetry prompt at Real Toads:  to write a micro poem whose point of departure is "It doesn't matter", from the poem by Rumi.

19 comments:

  1. So sad when the hard words are shifted... I hope the call will come.

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  2. Oh Sherry this is so wistful! I can almost hear the ache behind the words.

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  3. I hope the child calls soon because it really does matter, doesn't it?

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  5. This is sad, Sherry. Yes, the mother will always "... still here, waiting, as I have always been, will always be." You wrote sooo well, telling of the way mothers have always been.
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  6. There is nothing so bad as a break in family relationships. Such an effective poem Sherry.

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  7. As long as Mothers forgive and forget, there's always hope of better times to come...Well expressed in your words.♥

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  8. Unconditional love requires this kind of patience and fortitude.

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  9. Bipolars always think that no one understands their unique suffering. Just go into the next room and get a glass of water...by the time you come back they've usually forgotten all about whatever drama it was, gone manic, and want to embark on some ill-advised scheme you can't talk them out of. if I sound harsh it's because I was married to one for 13 years. They want help, they want people to listen, but helping and listening don't change much, only medication does, and that has to be adjusted pretty regularly. They wear people out. I can't imagine what it would be like to be a parent.

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  10. May she phone soon so you know she is okay, and may she find some way to seek / receive the help she needs. Not easy being a parent.

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  11. Sad words that speak the facts. Mums are always at their station; that post of caring and waiting and 'being there' when needed. Take heart and continue to maintain your position. Love's the glue.

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  12. This is true sadness. But the phone will ring, and hopefully all will be OK, and if it is not OK, remember it will still be, OK.

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  13. Yes, a very loving poem. Well caught. k.

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  14. Silence like this is so devastating to the spirit.

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  15. when you need to speak,
    for the phone to ring,
    for our conversation to resume.

    A mother's heart is always open!

    Hank

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  16. Heartbreaking and hope-giving all at once.

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