Something ended four years ago this month. I thought I would write more than this. But there isn't much to say after all. Ask me how long it takes to steady what was probably never steady and I will tell you that acceptance can move in inches.. Which is to say time has its own way. Which is to say thankfully.
I can't.
Anymore.
I hide.
Tried.
Wished for.
I created.
Thought.
Pretended.
Intended.
Sought.
Okay.
Blame me.
Sure.
Allure.
I see.
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I can't.
I know.
Can't.
Make it.
So.
Finally.
No.
I rest.
Attest.
It's so.
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The poetry; simple, moving.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Bear hugs.
Thank you bear xoxo
Delete"Something ended four years ago this month."
ReplyDeleteIf it were possible to count them all, I wonder how many other things ended for you four years ago this month. After all, everything that has a start likewise has an end.
No, I don't think so, snow. This poem is not about small insignificant things: those endings have no place in this poem xo
DeleteI like this very much KJ. One thing I like about the metric system is it allows my acceptance to move in millimeters ... much more my pace! But we get there and I thin that's the point. When what felt so big starts to feel less so then we know we're probably in the way home.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a way with words. Big hug. xx Jos
Oops ... who knew thin was a verb? I meant think of course ... I need my glasses here because I also meant to type "on the way home" not in the way home. Hopeless ... I am just bloody hopeless at typing! Ah well. Big hug ... or as I often mistype bug hig har har har (Renee laugh). xx
DeleteJos, I value your words with and without typing errors ♥
DeleteI love how you describe the pace of acceptance. Sometimes it shocks and sometimes it tiptoes
Love
kj
Startling poem, as unnerving as whatever-it-was-four-years-ago-that-upended-your-life must have been. I hope that by the fifth anniversary it is but a dim memory!
ReplyDeleteThanks always Lydia ♥
Delete1. Move your iconography to the bottom. let me read your interpretation after I have come to my own conclusion to what the writer is saying.
ReplyDelete2. Thank the muse that gave you a bag full of periods instead of commas. This. needs. that. slower. longer. line. by. line. read. For effect.
OK the bitching and comment shit is done. This is another over the wall hit, you can do a Babe Ruth on this one and walk the bases smiling and waving to the fans in the stands.
You have bared much with a few simple words and talked of hurt and healing and moving tangentially away from that moment of time that sent you in the direction that has brought you to this place of acceptance of reality as it is and living with it, Maybe not painlessly but certainly no longer a gaping running open wound.
It is a poem of health.
And now you know exactly why I love poetry it is the language of the entire being body, soul and, spirit.
Aw mark, holy moley thank you! What a huge compliment from my resident poet .
DeleteExcept my last line is not right. It doesn't flow/ring/work right
Love
kj
mark, is your blog closed? i didn't know that.
Deleteopen it up for she writes and a couple of other good writers, will you?
i almsot insist. :^)
xoxo
I truly like things straight to the point but poetic at the same time. That's why I like the way that you write.
ReplyDeleteThank you alot Kay xoxo
DeleteI rest I say, that sounds good to me.
ReplyDeleteSuki, yes, rest. That's the best.
Deletexoxo
kj
I let go...
ReplyDeleteDamn, I want to read the Walking Man, but closed. I see he is a writer by his critique, which intrigues me. There is no friend to a writer as good as a real and useful critique!
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