Showing posts with label Anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anger. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Season of Grieving by Micki Findlay


 SEASON OF GRIEVING  

As

we grieve,

sometimes the pain is

too much to bear.

With every

falling leaf, a piece of our soul dies.

Some days we struggle to breathe. Other days,

we’re not sure we want to. Anger overwhelms us. Sorrow

strangles us. Darkness blinds us.

Our hearts shred as fraying fabric, dangling in pieces.

We crawl with broken limbs on a pilgrimage of suffering.

Then, suddenly, one day,

a crack in the clouds, a shared tear, a secret, a gut-clutching laugh.

Light begins to warm our hearts again. Tiny, though it may be, a bud starts

to form where once that gnarled, withered leaf clung. We

awake, as if from a dream, and recognize the

gift that was never

ours to keep, but to savour for a season.

We must breathe in each and every moment

as though it is our last. For breath is

fleeting, and yet,

breath

is

L

I

F

E


© Micki Findlay

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Micki Findlay


Vancouver Island author, Micki Findlay, has been published in various anthologies, poetry books and magazines. She believes that by sharing her personal story through poetry and prose, others might find encouragement, recognize their self-worth, and realize they are not alone in their struggles.

Website: www.mickifindlaywrites.com 


Monday, December 30, 2024

Holy Black by Kushal Poddar


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Holy Black

 

The worm of forgiveness works

hard so the rot will decompose fast,

faster than the night of anger you 

desire to forget. 

I have been in that

forest with you; you won't remember 

me though; I have seen the confetti 

of fire minutes after you light up a bush.

It feels easy to imagine the dark and ash

after the cinders, flame, flicker, lighter.

With ease we imagine the quality of dark.

This part isn't so; try hard,

and imagine white, broad blank and 

imagine it so the black may form the figure 

or the word you want, the last thing to remember.


© Kushal Poddar


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Kushal Poddar


Kushal Poddar has authored ten books, the latest being
A White Can For The Blind Lane, and his works have been translated into twelve languages. He is a co-editor for Outlook Magazine and the editor of Words Surfacing. He does illustrations and sketches for various magazines.

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