The Heart of Hercules

Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch



"There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury."
~Alexander Smith



My heart is a collector
 of many burdensome heirlooms
 too heavy to truly hold
each loss is like a boulder
every hurt is asphalt
that could cover a boulevard
and scrape a thousand knees
I carry them all mightily
with the strength of hercules
the burdens of a thousand grievances
weigh down like titanic in the sea
and all the ghosts of abandoned longings
are still waiting to be freed
for all the force one endures
 to hold them internally
is frail compared to the might
it takes to give them liberty.


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Comments

  1. That first line drew me in....so did abandoned longings ~ A lovely share ~

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  2. oh magnificent closure on this....the power it takes to hold them in or set them free...that is perfect carrie...

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  3. Very nice. I really felt this one all the way through. Well done :)

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  4. You take this in a brilliant direction..and the liberty you bring is more than worth it!!

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  5. I love the notion of the heart being a collector...mine is, as well...

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  6. Bravo, you had me from my heart is a collector...and every other lines melted inside my soul...very nice!

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  7. This is so well stated...strong writing to be felt strongly.

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  8. How very beautiful! So glad I stopped by.

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  9. all the ghosts of abandoned longings
    are still waiting to be freed

    oh carrie. this is one of your most beautiful pieces yet. i think i say that all of the time to you, but truly, God creates through you. so much love, friend. and still praying for your beautiful son...

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  10. This one drew me in...and it is so good to read aloud.....

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  11. "and all the ghosts of abandoned longings
    are still waiting to be freed" - specially loved this part !!!

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  12. Carrie,

    A very fine poem with great strength and inner spirit.

    I love your Blog header Carrie. Very inviting.
    Hope you are enjoying September and the near arrival of autumn.
    Best Wishes,
    Eileen

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  13. A thousand knees scraped; well expressed...

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  14. .. 'I carry them all mightily' ~ that is you, Carrie!!

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  15. Such a strong piece, Carrie. I love your new blog look, too.

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  16. A poem as strong as Hercules! Good one Carrie.

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  17. solid piece - love the allusion to Hercules.

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  18. Beautifully expressed. It does take great courage to let such things go.

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  19. Set them free Carrie, do! burdens will be there anyway, but letting them be or/ and go makes us feel free as birds and light as feathers, thus the path we'll have to go through- anyway- will be oh so much easier. Don't you think?

    thanks for your visits to my 'duality'

    Hugs

    Dulce

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  20. Liberty is harder. What an awesome ending

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  21. Yes I agree, great ending! Sorry I haven't been by for a while, hope all is well with you.

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  22. What a great poem!
    Your description made my feel the path
    Of time s woe n weight
    Wow Carrie this was incredible

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  23. This is just wonderful ... wow ... we do collect our hurts and disappointments and tally them up like 'green stamps', cashing them in when things get to be too much ... letting them go is so liberating though ...

    You have done wonderful work on this one, dear!

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  24. A very good poem. I really love to read a poem especially this one. Interesting. Nice one!

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  25. There are some great images here, the asphalt that could scrape a 1000 knees is startlingly good. On a constructive feedback level: in line 4 do you need the word like? It works if you omit it-just a suggestion. great poem.

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  26. every hurt is asphalt
    that could cover a boulevard
    and scrape a thousand knees
    I carry them all mightily
    with the strength of hercules

    Oh Carrie, I love this in a thousand ways...

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  27. nice post thanks for sharing looking for to visit more..blessings

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  28. So very poignant. The might in which we bear our world and that which affects us is indeed Hercularian and you're so right, it's far harder to let go of the weight than it is to bear it.

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  29. That was amazing, and ending just took my heart away. Beautiful poem :)

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  30. I loved reading this. True, letting go is pretty hard.

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