Such a sweet poem, small but mighty with delicious imagery. I love the photo and video of the magnificent cottonwood, too (and Clear Creek reminds me of Millie!). Here is what the prompt squeezed out of me:
Such a sweet poem, small but mighty with delicious imagery. I love the photo and video of the magnificent cottonwood, too (and Clear Creek reminds me of Millie!). Here is what the prompt squeezed out of me:
This is very lovely, Keith. The amazing paradox of the heart.тЭдя╕П which you capture so well in your eloquent writing. Loads of good heart juju to you.
Such a sweet poem, small but mighty with delicious imagery. I love the photo and video of the magnificent cottonwood, too (and Clear Creek reminds me of Millie!). Here is what the prompt squeezed out of me:
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Sometimes there are seasons
of grief so complete
that the primary purpose
of the heart may be
to hold the ache
like a retaining wall,
preventing the landslide
from swallowing us whole.
Moreover,
that ache
may be the only way
we recognize
having survived the landslide
one more day.
This is beautiful and so powerful in its simplicity. I love the meaning you give to that ache.
Thanks, friend...here's to all the <3 has to offer and teach.
Oh, the heart holding the ache as a retaining wall !! Yes!
Thanks, A. :))
Good stuff Keith. How the heart holds the sort of grief you write about and also can hold the joy that Lisa mentioned in her commentary. It amazes me.
I share that amazement, Billy. The human heart's resilience and capacity to stretch in every possible way is miraculous.
This is very lovely, Keith. The amazing paradox of the heart.тЭдя╕П which you capture so well in your eloquent writing. Loads of good heart juju to you.
Thanks, Larry - and right back at you with good heart juju <3
Beautiful and so very true. The ache letтАЩs us know we are still around.
Thanks, Karri. Yes...that ache is sometimes the only thing that cuts through the numbness.