Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 118 hosted this week by the brilliantly talented Chrissa!
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Sorrow makes us all children again — destroys all
differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is a red-hot kettle
the one I was never meant to hold
and my heart that burns with longing
has not yet learned to let it go
my soul yearns to go backwards
and speak with the child I once was
warn of hurt and danger
preventing so many scars
for I have learned to carry heavy burdens
and how to fall slipping in regret
trying to keep it all together
holding tight to things not mine to get
but like the Red-Footed Falcon
freedom is the truest way
and tears of loss and heartache
were never meant to be caged
you cannot carry an ocean nor a thousand buckets of rain
so why would you carry everyone's sorrows
and keep holding on to all the pain?
you see every poem is a message
that my own heart needs to hear
and drop by drop of ink and words
have helped me find the tears.
This poem really speaks to me, Carrie. I was a great Coper in my time, the one who always had to be strong and keep it together. Rarely cried. Then Pup died and I dont think I have stopped since. Eventually the tears have to come out, and heaven knows there are a lot of them. I love the lines about each poem being a message the poet needs to hear. That is the truth!
ReplyDeleteTo put it all out there today is brave .... we cannot carry an ocean for sure.
ReplyDeleteThose lines about carrying the ocean--we can't. And poems can be channels for experience to go through us. :) Love this one.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely Carrie, and so true. It cuts to the core of our sorrows.
ReplyDelete"you cannot carry an ocean nor a thousand buckets of rain
ReplyDeleteso why would you carry everyone's sorrows"
Wise words indeed. Happy Sunday
Muchđź’–love
This resonated with me so much! Privately, I call this getting a Masters or PhD in pain- none of us are immune from it. And you write of it so succinctly.
ReplyDelete"you cannot carry an ocean nor a thousand buckets of rain" -- nope. "and drop by drop of ink and words" -- that is what will fill our hearts!
ReplyDeleteI felt this deeply. Thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteand drop by drop of ink and words
ReplyDeletehave helped me find the tears
Can well imagine Carrie, how poems can have the strong effects of bringing tears of joy
to its readers!
Hank
No, you can’t carry an ocean. No one should absorb all the pain. Wonderful work, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteI liked the line, "you cannot carry an ocean nor a thousand buckets of rain."
ReplyDeleteThat also reminded me of one I heard told to another, "you might as well
worry about sweeping all the water back from the beach."
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