My attempt to remember; with the intention to give voice to my heart, once again.
by Jackie Kay
“When the broken heart begins to mend,
the heart is a bird with a tender wing,
the tears are pear blossom blossoming,
the shaken love grows shining leaves,
the throat doesn’t close, it’s opening
like the long necked swan in the morning,
like the sea and the river meeting,
like the huge heron’s soaring wings:
I sat up with my pale face in my hands
and all of a sudden it was spring.”
Shared by growing-orbits
Until the stars grew dim
Until…
One day you’ll meet a stranger
And all the noise is silenced in the room
You’ll feel that you’re close to some mystery
By Sara Teasdale
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
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By Mary oliver
“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.
Also in
singing, especially when singing is not
necessarily
prescribed.
As for the body, it is solid and strong
and curious
and full of detail; it wants to polish
itself; it
wants to love another body; it is the
only vessel in
the world that can hold, in a mix of
power and
sweetness: words, song, gesture,
passion, ideas,
ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity,
and virtue.
Keep some room in your heart for the
unimaginable.”
With thanks to journalofanobody & growing-orbits
The Quiet is Me, Listening
Most hearts say, I want, I want,
I want, I want. My heart
is more duplicitous,
though no twin as I once thought.
It says, I want, I don’t want, I
want, and then a pause.
It forces me to listen.— Margaret Atwood, with thanks to poetbabble and apoetreflects
Regrets.
(Source: ninagarcia)
Always in the movies, there would be a girl who feels very sad and shuts away from the world. Regardless of how many calls she gets from the people who care, she’s still shut off from everything else.
I’ve always wondered why this girl would do such a thing. These people care; answer the phone, say hello. Come to life!
Tonight, I find myself in the girl’s position. Sad, crumpled, curled up and just… Devoid of hope. I am not answering phonecalls. I am not responding to messages.
Despite the passing of time, despite losing sleep, I need to be quiet. This evening is mine.
Time won’t stand still, but I will.
How does this make me feel better? I don’t know. It’s not suppose to.
There is a hole in my gut and everything’s flowing out. Heavy gushes, draining the life out of me.
Or a punch. Or someone pulling at my heart, grabbing it out then tossing it away.
I haven’t felt this sad in a long time. And I don’t know why. It’s just there. I just feel it.
