Some days are the darkest,most twisted and unfriendlyof forests spawning barriersbetween asphyxiation and a life-giving breath. Others(the ones we cherish and turninto blood-food), those daysgleam through bare branchesin winter, singinghome a promiseof brighter springs,singinghome a promiseof brighter springs.
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Saturday, June 13, 2020
Between Asphyxiation and a Life-giving Breath
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That surely says it all! So difficult, and yet so necessary, to arrive at that final note of hope.
ReplyDeleteLike dragging our feet raw while reaching for freedom.
DeleteBut the bleeding is worth it, isn't it?
DeleteBeautiful and moving, Magaly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra.
DeleteBeautiful Especially Love the last line "singing home a promise of brighter springs,
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marja.
DeleteI agree with Rosemary, that your poem says it all, especially the final note of hope. We must keep turning the good days into blood-food so we can flourish.
ReplyDeleteWe must.
DeleteBrighter springs... we do need them desperately and are so indebted to those who are fighting to bring them to us.
ReplyDeleteIndeed.
DeleteGreat words, the repetition at the end hitting home nicely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anthony.
DeleteLet's hope we can all learn something about this year's trial all over the world. I am sure the last thing you wanted to combat was the Covid crisis.
ReplyDeleteLet us hope!
DeleteIt's amazing what comes through in those pauses, whether you are bracing for impact from what's coming or reaching for that soft spot to land. Sometimes I feel like the pauses are getting longer and I have to hold my breath just a bit more than I expected. But those spaces have plenty of room for hope to abide inside them and keep me company until I can breath again.
ReplyDeleteHope between the devastating pauses. I like that.
Deletea promise of brighter Springs...Oh, devoutly to be wished.
ReplyDeleteLet us wish then...
DeleteSometimes all we can do is sing. It is enough.
ReplyDeleteIt has to be. At least for a while. Then, after we recover our balance, we can do the rest.
DeleteHeartbreaking and hopeful.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteThis is stunning ......
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen.
DeleteAnd yet even during the darkest of days we must strive to hold on to hope.
ReplyDeleteWe certainly must.
Deletepraying for brighter springs, wow that's a very amazing phrase. very original and unique. may your prayers be answered Magaly. blessings.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I shall continue to sing for brighter...
DeleteI need more singing of hope. Or I should say I need to do the singing.
ReplyDeleteYou sing brightly through your poetry, storytelling, and photography--I've heard you.
DeleteI never thought I would be in a covid 19 world. And I am not alone in this naivete. Still, in these dark days we must breathe through the mask some filtered hope of a better tomorrow comes soon.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
much love...
No one could've imagine this. Not even when evidence suggesting it might happen has always been there. It's just too terrible.
DeleteI especially like that the promise of spring is sung through bare winter branches.
ReplyDeleteHope needs to sing strongest when there is little to hold on to.
DeleteThe refrain at the end drove home the point of hope. Beautiful beautiful poem Magaly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Namratha.
DeleteMy kind of poem. A critical analysis of a day ...or perhaps how moods and days reflect each other. My kind of poem.
ReplyDeleteSo glad it is. ;-)
DeleteThe longing of a brighter spring is what gives hope to those in need of peace and grace. This was worded nicely, Magaly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joel.
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