Some hands are like a wasp in an open window that is constantly beating against the upper plated glass. They are continually trying to attain what they already have.
There a hearts like a cobweb covered pad locked door, for nothing ever enters and nothing ever departs.
Some things in life make us question what might have been, but like dead flowers that are lost amongst the weeds of someone else's garden, these answers were never for us to hold.
I loved your collection of words, gathered together to create wonderful thoughts! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThe first paragraph is simply amazing. You drew me in completely, I was hanging off your every word. You are indeed a writer of sublime talent.
ReplyDeleteThe door is stuck tight. Sometimes it just won't budge. True. Better to walk to the next door.
ReplyDeleteYou know, I really love how you always get my mind turning. After reading your posts, I usually think...about...it...;)
ReplyDeleteThank you Annell,Sam,Little Hat, and Alexis for reading it. I have been so excited about sharing poems on blogger with other writers. The response has been so wonderful, and I appreciate all the encouragment more than a poem could tell! :-)
ReplyDeleteThis had got me thinking and I agree with the concept that "these answers were never for us to hold."
ReplyDeletewow. wonderfully told...nothing enters...what a scary pce to be to have that heart...nice magpie!
ReplyDeleteHi Ladan thank you for reading it...:-)
ReplyDeleteBrian thanks for the compliments,and I agree that is a scary place to be....:-)
Nothing ever enters and nothing ever departs - so sad to be like this.
ReplyDeleteHi Marilyn I agree...thank you for stopping by.
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'a heart where nothing ever enters and nothing ever departs'...incredibly, deeply sad but it's so true. carrie, this is just beautiful...
ReplyDeleteNice Magpie Carrie, somethings are not meant for us...and sometimes we have to clean those cobwebs of our hearts so we can allow beauty to take their place...very nice read...bkm
ReplyDeleteOh never dwell in What might have been...
ReplyDeletewith cobwebs..the door neednt be locked
Lots to think about here
I love the last verse - nice magpie Carrie
ReplyDeletefind the key to unlock the door; and you might even find the answer to hold in your hands.
ReplyDeletethis is wonderful-especially the first verse
ReplyDelete.... and wasps have horrible stings! How horrible to be lost among those weeds.
ReplyDeleteNice Magpie!
Wise and wonderful words!
ReplyDeletesmart poem!
ReplyDeleteDeep and sad. Great job! :)
ReplyDeleteIs the first stanza you? The second definitely isn't but the third is a universal realisation.
ReplyDelete'dead flowers among the weeds'. Interesting phrase for you to use. We (your blogger friends) know you see live flowers among the weeds too and for those, you hold out your hands. But thay are not the hands of the first stanza.
This is so true. Gratitude is a difficult concept for many people.
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is wonderful!
Thank you everyone for all your observations and comments. They mean so much to me. :-)
ReplyDeleteStafford in answer to your question...the first stanza has been me many times in my life....always glad to see you stop by. :-)
You capture so well the hint of possibility amidst the disillusionment.
ReplyDeleteSuch outstandingly beautiful words of wisdom!
ReplyDeleteCarrie,
ReplyDeleteThis was a sound piece of advice - delivered in an unforgettable manner!
Wise and articulate. And beautiful use of imagery:
ReplyDelete"like dead flowers that are lost amongst the weeds of someone else's garden..."