Thinking it over

these questions mutter to me

in the quietest hours

before wee dawn ruffles my curtains

blowing naked chills

over smooth skin beneath a peculiar dream

of winged fingers fooling me

        with the bluesy comfort of

old friends

preserving memories . . .

 

what [who?] determines the salvageability of

broken wings kicking up allergies in fine dust

in fine fashion

In.All.Optimism

for the greater good

[for appearance’ sake] if i only could

 

Secreted. [for later gratification?] in the denser fog

of ‘it could be worse’ [?]

        of the Acceptance expected yesterday

 

 

I open my eyes to my saddest song of

Knowing.

My fingers will never forget

a lifetime of Bending Keys

so sweetly. . .

 

 

And in the silence

    i grieve.

making not a sound.

Reviews

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I believe that grieving is meant for a deeper understanding of our ability to love. A lot of people think that love is just happiness. Love is an action word. It requires even the exercise of loss. People seem to appreciate more what they don't take for granted. Pain is such a personal emotion...perhaps to build resilience. Your writing is so rooted and eloquent. It reaches out and touches, dear poet. You are truly gifted :)

[J]

your wisdom should be framed and hung for all to ponder. you are so thoughtful, lynn. i wrote this after a stroke and could no longer play piano ---- or type, etc. and was feeling quite sorry for myself. i still dream of playing and wake up so disappointed. so yes, we need to appreciate our lives before they're taken away. thank you for your kindest consideration of my work, dear you.

i will be able to spend more time here after the holidays to read more of you. :)

[...]

But you still are playing beautiful music with your words, J

[J]

ohmygoodness what a beautiful thing to say. [big smiles] thank you!

[icelandicblue]

Suffering for appearance sake is to live in the shadows. There were parts of this that reminded me of the stages of grief. It is written in hushed tones of pain and regret and your words ache with sorrow.

[Ed Hart]

yes, we do that, in secret silence, grieve...and wonder...i mean, just the fact of us, that we're here, planted in time like a seed, bearing fruit, bitter, sweet...waiting, waiting...drawing our moisture from the depths and blossoming into the light...

nothing alive throws itself away, except maybe heroes and those that don't get it...i think that if there's one real sin, it's getting into cooperation with old age...my dear friend

[J]

your sweet heart is equally matched by your compassion and wisdom ... and your love of squirrels, too of course. :) thank you for ever sharing them all with me, dearest (((you))). [tho keep the squirrels in yer own yard] :) x

[Ken Simm.]

I see this as the notes of thought. Giving voice to the feelings that come just before the dawn when the tide of our emotions is at its lowest ebb. The way you have placed the multiple plural thoughts we all have is nothing short of extraordinary.

[J]

yes, my friend, as the sun is soon to rise, how enigmatic that thoughts follow the night below the sunset to truth so well disguised beneath the sun. much gratitude for your always insightful thoughts, ken. i believe there is good reason we should sleep through the darkest nights. x

[Distant horizons]

This is so beautiful and heartfelt that the ink on the page must be hovering over the paper so as not to disturb its fragility. Truly wonderful words, language and thoughts.

[J]

and dear lorry, [before tears have had a chance to dry], you bring a bucketful of fresh gratitude for the sensitivity of friends i know only by the kindness of such words dancing across my screen . . . your words are a wonder to me. many thank yous w/hugs. x

[Distant horizons]

:-)

[emmajoy]

Thing with you, dearest friend, you grieve in such beautiful words and music.. always the lady of intricate and exceptional everything. Your memories exceed more than most, hold both the gentle and complex to deal with; even your silence holds that precious you-ness.

[J]

and the thing with you, my heart across the sea, when i think i must apologize for such sad offerings, you just wrap me up in empathetic, loving hugs and guide me back to a more gentle dreamscape where friends confirm the meaning for it all. love you, myem. thank you for this. x

[emmajoy]

Just popped in to read this again, your sadness is other people's inspiration, Jill. ((You))

[emmajoy]

because it's beautiful ..

[J]

oh em ... xo

[emmajoy]

Sunshine blessings on your horizon, my luverly!