"Solitude is a way of waiting for the inaudible and the invisible to make itself felt. Solitude is never static and never hopeless."
Me:
Embers of Time.
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These last fragile moments,
These burned out coals
Hold no flame now.
But I blow upon their
Dusty pink ashes
And a tiny flicker wavers
Long enough to spark
A memory of fire
To warm me briefly
In the uncertain light.
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WWW 09/30/18
Questions:
Does the inner life grow richer, more fearless as we age?
We have more time for reflection and creativity even if it resides only in our inner.
Do we keep these strange thoughts, these rich inner happenings to ourselves?
Do these griefs and joys and inexplicables remain forever under lock and key?
All the lines seem like things that need to simmer a bit then released at the appropriate time.
ReplyDeleteYes. Exactly the intent Gemma. I'm still simmering :)
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I love "Embers of Time", WWW! especially..."the uncertain light." Once past a certain age we all meet some level of daunting uncertainty. I tend to keep my inexplicables under lock and key most of the time, not trusting my ability to properly describe them - or perhaps not properly understanding them myself, so considering it best to remain schtum. :)
ReplyDeleteI hear you, T. I have an inexplicable which I am endeavoring to write about, it is so strange and well, awesome. Soon.
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Your poem is beautiful. And why should we keep those musing under wraps? Isn't one of the joys of blogging a chance to share your inner thoughts, no matter how odd at first blush?
ReplyDeleteAs I said to T above, SAW, it is finding the words sometimes it's the difficulty, capturing that inexplicable to share on paper. But I'm working on it.
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Does the inner life grow richer, more fearless as we age?
ReplyDeleteYes, it does.
We have more time for reflection and creativity even if it resides only in our inner.
Yes, we do.
Do we keep these strange thoughts, these rich inner happenings to ourselves?
Mostly yes but, if like I do, if you live with others in the same home, you share too.
Do these griefs and joys and inexplicables remain forever under lock and key?
No, they don't. Often, others want to share the same with you and you with others with the same griefs and joys. For instance, I lost my brother to cancer just two months ago. Since then, the surviving three siblings share our grief often.
My sympathies Rummuser. It can't be easy.
DeleteThank you for this Ramana, my sympathies again on your brother, such a loss, such a break in the family circle.
DeleteI am fortunate in that so many share their inners with me. My life is an open book to many but somethings I hesitate to share as they are so strange and extraordinary.
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My gregarious husband likes to be physically active and likes to socialize with people at the gym. I, on the other hand, like to keep to myself and just sit and ponder. I am a thinker, he a doer. I am creative, he analytical. It works.
ReplyDeleteI get that. The intrinsic nature of some relationships defy analysis and are bonded more in the differences and I believe they are forged in respect and honouring of those differences.
DeleteLong may you and Dave rock, Gigi!
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Intriguing thoughts and now I have time to entertain them at length.
ReplyDeleteThank you Joared, I am reading May Sarton and finding her extraordinarily stimulating.
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Right at this stage I feel as though I have had a richer inner life....
ReplyDeletemaybe it will return sometime.
I am certain that the inexplicables can be articulated eventually.
Yes, I am working on one such story at the moment, Kylie.
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Dear WWW, I have been reading your blog for over 7 years. After retiring, loneliness set in, and discovering your blog helped heal me. I have never commented until now. My husband is under hospice care for 4th stage lung cancer. I have been searching for meaningful words to have printed on his funeral prayer card. Would you consider giving me permission to use your poem Embers of Time. After reading your beautiful words, it seems no other words will do.
ReplyDeleteLove Embers in Time! Thank you for sharing.
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