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Sinome
Wonderful, you do have a way with the poetry luv.Now if it was me I'd take a sprig of that cut down branch and stick it in water in a jar and grow new love roots though.
"just as it does not matter if the tree branches bloom
after we have cut them down to make firewood."
posted by
WileyJohn
on August 20, 2010 at 1:49 PM
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Some things we can never return to...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 20, 2010 at 1:12 PM
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Hi, meant to comment on Eyes Closed, which I really liked because it reopens the possibility re-experiencing our concrete realities with or without the presence of memory, but re-awakens the senses, which might raise the question which comes first, or simultaneous...(Oh, epistomology.. how do we know about stuff?)
Now, on this one, (Im in comments & cant see the title)...but firewood...I have the feeling of rough edges, but it's more like I'm sensing a sculpture in the first stages of process. Maybe that's because Ive been reading you for a few years--and it's not that you didn't chart your experience thru writing.
Maybe I see,here,some unfinished business starting to resolve itself on another level. I'm glad you dipped back into unresolved experience, but I also feel the language of this write is completley necessary, and might show up as a shadow, more refined, in this work you have yet to write.
For what would process be if we did'nt have our very own experiences, and something to work through?
posted by
jfm32
on August 20, 2010 at 12:59 PM
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it's over
A lovely poem! and I especially like that last image. In its own way it reminds me of the truth in that strange phrase, "Dead man walking."
posted by
2902
on August 20, 2010 at 12:19 PM
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hope you didnt have a fire
posted by
Lanetay
on August 20, 2010 at 9:14 AM
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I know that feeling
and you conjure its heartbreak perfectly
posted by
lionreign
on August 20, 2010 at 6:32 AM
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Lovely Simone, but always rake through the ashes you might still find a golden heart.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 19, 2010 at 11:10 PM
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Its over
Wonderfully written./LBJ
posted by
MsJudy
on August 19, 2010 at 10:55 PM
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Very well written!
posted by
janey_
on August 19, 2010 at 9:34 PM
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Sinome
Ouch! But beautifully said......
posted by
Troosha
on August 19, 2010 at 8:47 PM
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Beautiful...
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on August 19, 2010 at 8:18 PM
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so done is done
posted by
manawar
on August 19, 2010 at 8:11 PM
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this is so heart-wrenching.
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on August 19, 2010 at 7:16 PM
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Sinome
J I’ll think tomorrow of my fire building. I hope that I’ll feel something love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on August 19, 2010 at 6:48 PM
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But sometimes when we cut the tree branches, the rest of the tree gets
stronger, and more able to bloom better, isn't it?
posted by
Straightforward
on August 19, 2010 at 6:44 PM
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