Power of imagination by Joiedevivre89
“Hurt people hurt people.” As they say in Recovery.
I held sorrow like a saucer of hot tea
gentle and careful and true.
You flung it far and wide
the pain was sure to fly and spill on me and you!
It is strange how some things fester
and others dart like vultures for the kill.
But no matter how you carry it
it will surely burn as it will spill.
A house can be a true shelter
or it can be the very
storm we should escape,
and like a tree, the heart learns from weathered living
to either bend or surely break.
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"Either bend or surely break." My first marriage required more bending than a married person should be asked for. When I married for the second time I was very skeptical of its longevity. But the both of us must have bent some. Next year will be our 50th; we are thinking to make it.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Carrie, and definitely resonate.......I love "I held sorrow like a saucer of hot tea"......and a house being either shelter or something to flee from - it has been both to me, many times. A very relatable poem. So cool that our minds were in synch this week. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteA powerful poem. How life teaches us so many nuances of human behaviour.
ReplyDeleteCarrie, when I comment, I often pick out some lines that I particularly enjoyed, but I love this entire poem from start to finish - it's just perfect. Love it.
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I loved rhe two pieces I wrote for this prompt — you should come read them carrie!
ReplyDeleteAh, I see you've met Mom. I often wonder wtf happened to her to make her the way she was. I need Paul Harvey to drop by with "the rest of the story." It's true that hurt people hurt people, but it's also a choice not to change. That chain can be broken. I expect that you're an example of that, my friend.
ReplyDeleteA home should be a sanctuary but, often it is a place of conflict. I thought of the willow as it bends with the storms.
ReplyDeleteLuv your images and contrasts. Very profound messages in your poem. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteMuch💜love
Lovely writing, Carrie .. and another glimpse into the depth of your life experience.
ReplyDeleteThe first line caught me immediately - life can be so painful. Wonderfully expressed.
ReplyDeleteI love that image of a saucer, the cup spilling over, those who carefully carry it and attempt to clean it up, and those who in anger fling it out at the world that annoys them--great job, Carrie. And thanks for this hosting this prompt every week, rain or shine.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. A home can be haven or hell. It is hard to live with someone who is always spilling the tea no matter how carefully it is carried. Great writing!
ReplyDelete"I held sorrow like a saucer of hot tea" - that is so great.
ReplyDelete"the heart learns from weathered living
ReplyDeleteto either bend or surely break."
From first word to the last one a poem from lived through experience.
Wow!
There is only bending or breaking. We have to choose, and do not always make the right choice. Wonderful poem, Carrie!
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