Saturday, June 13, 2020

Between Asphyxiation and a Life-giving Breath

Some days are the darkest,
most twisted and unfriendly
of forests spawning barriers
between asphyxiation and a life-
giving breath. Others
(the ones we cherish and turn
into blood-food), those days
gleam through bare branches
in winter, singing
home a promise
of brighter springs,

singing
home a promise
of brighter springs.


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41 comments:

  1. That surely says it all! So difficult, and yet so necessary, to arrive at that final note of hope.

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    1. Like dragging our feet raw while reaching for freedom.

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    2. But the bleeding is worth it, isn't it?

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  2. Beautiful Especially Love the last line "singing home a promise of brighter springs,

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  3. I 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.

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  4. Brighter springs... we do need them desperately and are so indebted to those who are fighting to bring them to us.

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  5. Great words, the repetition at the end hitting home nicely.

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  6. Let'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.

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  7. It'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.

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    1. Hope between the devastating pauses. I like that.

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  8. a promise of brighter Springs...Oh, devoutly to be wished.

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  9. Sometimes all we can do is sing. It is enough.

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    1. It has to be. At least for a while. Then, after we recover our balance, we can do the rest.

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  10. And yet even during the darkest of days we must strive to hold on to hope.

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  11. praying for brighter springs, wow that's a very amazing phrase. very original and unique. may your prayers be answered Magaly. blessings.

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    1. Thank you. I shall continue to sing for brighter...

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  12. I need more singing of hope. Or I should say I need to do the singing.

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    1. You sing brightly through your poetry, storytelling, and photography--I've heard you.

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  13. I 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.

    Happy Sunday

    much love...

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    1. No one could've imagine this. Not even when evidence suggesting it might happen has always been there. It's just too terrible.

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  14. I especially like that the promise of spring is sung through bare winter branches.

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    1. Hope needs to sing strongest when there is little to hold on to.

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  15. The refrain at the end drove home the point of hope. Beautiful beautiful poem Magaly.

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  16. My kind of poem. A critical analysis of a day ...or perhaps how moods and days reflect each other. My kind of poem.

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  17. The longing of a brighter spring is what gives hope to those in need of peace and grace. This was worded nicely, Magaly.

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