Sitting in silence, intently gazing at the leaves at play in the breeze…
Nothing distracts her; her thoughts are like beacons that hold her mind in the steadiest of frames…
Where once she danced alone in the light of Sister moon, now she shares only cheeks covered in tears…
Do not disturb her, decisions of this nature need to be carefully and deeply considered…
Is there a reason to continue? After all Sister moon still shines…
But, time has passed and with it the hope of any happiness or fulfillment…
Loneliness, isolation, and the knowledge that this will likely never change give fuel to her fire, and she considers her possibilities…
Water? Fire? Ice?
The choice will be made; the decision arrived at precisely when the moment is right…
But for now, she will consider the leaves playfully dancing in the setting sun…
Peace, Healing, Humor
Cora
fish karma......
❁ said the blue fish down
in the virtual sea, ask your
visitors to stop and feed me.
random acts of kindness go a long
way, to brighten our spirits and others
we may meet today.
Peace, Healing, Humor
Cora
fish karma......
❁ said the blue fish down
in the virtual sea, ask your
visitors to stop and feed me.
random acts of kindness go a long
way, to brighten our spirits and others
we may meet today.
Karen, thank for this stunning, poignant and brave poem. We've all been there with Sister Moon.
ReplyDeleteCora
Karen, when i read this poem the first time, i was blown away by its exactness. After a night of severe pne pain where my body felt like it had been overtaken by iron and bricks made of fire...i spent three days staring out of my window promising myself that i would not allow my self to suffer this anymore. as i thought of all the ways to end this i stared into the trees, watching the leaves in the wind. Was the wind breathing through them or were they breathing the wind...whatever it was, that was all i could do...pne-shell shocked...
ReplyDeletereading your poem hit it so precisely, i was amazed by how you expressed something so emotionally unfathomable into language...and i felt a bit more human, and grateful to you for having given life to something that left me numb and domb.
Thank You for sharing,
atara