A pattern?
There is no pattern.
How could there be?
All I knew was the tearing inside
Like Prometheus,
Which I felt at the waking of each new day,
After those cruel few seconds
When, just for those fleets of dawn’s eye opening,
I forgot.
There is no pattern.
It just hurts less.
Eventually.
Linking this to Lisa’s prompt at d’Verse poets to write a poem relating ‘to one or more of Kubler-Ross’ stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) in relation to your, or another’s, current state of being’:(https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/03/dverse-poetics-small-change-or-big-bucks/). My piece relates to the past. Personally, I do not hold with human experience always following a set pattern of responses.
Beautiful, stark, sparse, a slow ebbing….this poem really worked on me..
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Thank you Ain. Lisa’s prompt took me somewhere I find it difficult to write about, but last night I felt I wanted to write something.
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I have read your moving Haibun, Ain. (I don’t seem to be able to respond on the link). Your words are heavy with pain, yet lifting with the beautiful ending. I hope you are safe.
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The tearing, the searing, the eventual lessening, all vivid renderings of the anguish of loss. You’re right it fits only its own pattern.
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Thank you Lisa. This is a prompt that brought exactly that into my mind.
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Marion you are welcome and I felt the raw emotion of it.
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Your sadness in your poem comes through very strongly. Well done.
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Thank you Dwight. It came from somewhere long in the past.
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It is amazing how trauma stays with us all our life!
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This is another form of denial.
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i tasted the sadness and the abandon that yes. it will remain. forever.
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Thank you R – yes, it’s a taste that never completely disappears.
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Well said. Deep feelings expressed.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much💛love
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Thank you Gillena. 💛
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Bare-boned verse bearing the heavy load of anguish. Marion, the sadness reaches out and touches.
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Thank you Punam
, I bared a bit of me from many years ago.
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It is good to unburden ourselves sometimes. You are welcome, Marion.
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Those feelings never quite leave us… and usually return when we feel the most alone. I love it!
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Thank you so much. So pleased it touched you.
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Your poetry resonates, deeply. Beautifully composed, Marion.
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Thank you so much Helen!
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This is beautiful Marion! ❤
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Thank you so much Kate!
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This poem just blew me away! What pain, what restrain and what a vivid image it creates.
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Thank you so much Harshi!
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