Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #190. Come join us!
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows... ~William
Shakespeare
My soul is a parakeet that tries to fly
But my heart can be a cage
Gripping mightily to all I hold dear
But in the letting go I am weak
Like a lost man on a ledge
No longer able to stand
We lose many things in this life
And we carry each loss as we go
Like weary children crying to be picked up
We lift them upon our hip
Close and careful not to drop them
So I find that even in the letting go
I am still truly holding on.
Holding on for (our) dear lives, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful play on some serious words my friend! So utterly true!
DeleteSo true, for good or ill. It would be nice to set them down every once in awhile...
ReplyDeleteYou are so right Lisa....it surely would!
DeleteLeggo my Eggo, woman.
ReplyDeleteLMAO....you crack me up Shay!!! I love it! Now I am wanting breakfast for lunch!
DeleteOn loss and holding on, you say it all, Carrie, beautifully.
ReplyDeletePax,
Dora
Thank you so much Dora
DeleteAh, what a paradox of joy and sorrow this life affords us
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💟love
Very true Gillena.
DeleteI love the way you're able to take a difficulty and sanctify both the response and the inevitable loss in the space of your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much my friend.
DeleteCarrie, this is wonderful. My eyes were stinging after I read it. Some things we can never let go. These lines resonated so strongly:
ReplyDelete'And we carry each loss as we go
Like weary children crying to be picked up
We lift them upon our hip
Close and careful not to drop them'
Thank you so much for your sweet words Marion.
DeleteVery true, Carrie. We hold on, not forgetting where we went wrong. Even for most when we don't admit it. "Sitting on a ledge" may settle us down for a bit.
ReplyDeleteYour line, "even in the letting go I am still truly holding on," rings. If I steal it I'll change the "I am" to "I'm". But don't worry much, I can't write something that would merit it.
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Thank you Jim and you are welcome to the line and I am sure it will be wonderful.
DeleteHolding on Carrie is about all we got in the long run, and the closer to the end of that run, the tighter we grip!
ReplyDeleteI know that right grip. Wise words my friend.
DeleteEven in loss we tend to hold on, there are pieces of life we just can't bare to let go of. sigh...
ReplyDeleteYou are so right Truedessa. It is a hard part of this life. 💙
DeleteMy soul is a parakeet that tries to fly - I wasn't expecting that, LOL!
ReplyDeleteI have to throw you for a loop once in a while Qbit. Always glad to make a true comedian laugh. Usually it is your clever jokes and play on words that crack me up.
Delete"But my heart can be a cage." I remember when mine was. And yes, re the letting go and holding on........I do that, too. There are some things we want never to let go of.
ReplyDeleteYes holding on is what we do in so many ways.
DeletePerfect picture of loss and holding on.
ReplyDeleteI love, "my soul is a parakeet."