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Love must be as much a light as a flame. ~Henry David
Thoreau
My weary hands ache
from all the holding on
and the letting go
that is the cost of greedy hands
and a hasty heart
there was once a time
when you were the
warmth to my winter
the flame my hands held close to
but fast fires can only burn so long
the burning house sooner or later falls to ash
a rubble one must walk away from
the season comes and goes
but my heart always hopes for more
it leaps like a fox in winter
and holds tight to all it finds
it can be a heavy burden
in the loss of letting go.
There's a similarity in our tales --- except yours is eloquent! Ah, Miss Carrie, you have such a way with words!!
ReplyDeleteLove does have its seasons and you've woven the intricacies of them well here.
ReplyDeleteWow, Carrie. I just posted mine and am rather astounded at how our hearts found the same pathway - the leaping fox heart , "you were the warmth to my winter." So glad I didnt read yours till I had written mine. Yours says it so much better.
ReplyDeleteI like the progression, the hands grow weary trying to please the heart which takes charge and tries to carry on for the sake of love. My take.
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Weve had three family broken hips, my father, my wife, and now our older, recently widowed daughter who slipped on the ice.
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The hottest fires are the first to flame out, so they say. I've found it to be true.
ReplyDeleteReading this, it gave the fox's leap a sense of relief that just further wearies; a moving progression.
ReplyDeleteI could feel the beating of your heart as you wrote this poem ~~~ it is pure emotion.
ReplyDelete"...it can be a heavy burden
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I love that.
This is deeply resonate with anyone who's lived and leapt.
ReplyDeletean almost fire and ice poem with the passion beautifully epitomized by the fox's red coat.
ReplyDelete"the flame my hands held close to
but fast fires can only burn so long"
I raise my glass to that hopeful heart Carrie
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💜love
"my heart always hopes for more / it leaps like a fox in winter" - never stop your heart leaping and yearning for more!
ReplyDeleteThe poem speaks to me in the voice of Life; arrival, departure and the weariness in between. Very beautifully put. Thanks for the prompt to inspire me a few lines :)
ReplyDeleteLetting go is tough even when it is the best thing to do. Love how you've expressed it and held on to hope.
ReplyDeleteSatan is always a charmer and gorgeous . He does not appear with little horns and a pitchfork I know him well...
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