She cried when she wrote the words, words she sometimes wrote, on the days she felt the need. The white did not crinkle or wrinkle, it would not tear, it stemmed the flood current of emotion, until the calm took seed.
She dried her eyes when she remembered, the day was not forever, she dried her eyes, for soon it’d be tomorrow. The memory of the day would fade, peace would reign once more, so ’til next time, she’d box up all the sorrow.
She tried year after year, after year, not to let down her guard. And year after year, after year, she tried not to cry so hard.
Love this poetic prose
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome Denise
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You know how much I like your story/rhyme. I wish I had written it. 🙂
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Oh, ladysighs. That from you? Thank you 😊
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Raw and powerful, Denise
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Thank you, ceayr.
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Watering seeds of memories is not mandatory but when it comes from within, then
…it keeps them alive.
People often expect us to cry in a way and intensity they see fit for the occasion…in the way they relate themselves to the occasion…trick is not to take that bait, isn’t it?
So, floodgates open, guard down, whatever the action is…as long as it is yours.
Yours and the plant’s you are watering.
A 6 whispered and heard!
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“…as long as it is yours.” And that is all that matters, Nick, isn’t it?
Thank you.
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It saddens me reading this piece, very emotive..
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I’m sorry it saddens you, C.
I was, at the moment writing it. Certain anniversaries, regardless of the years past, can evoke the memory that ignites the emotion.
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Yes reading it made me experience the rawness. Great writing!
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a lovely blend of prose and poetry. nice.
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Thank you, Paul. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful, Denise, and sore.
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Thank you, Jenne, for appreciating.
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Beautifully said. Sometimes you have to let it out.
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Thank you, Mimi. Yes, sometimes you do.
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Another turn of the wheel, another trip around the sun, grief breathes out, then in again, and another season crests and breaks…
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It is there always, at every season, for all of us. So right, Liz – the turning of the wheel.
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Like the repetition. Good one!
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Trish! Thank you!
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A poignant piece beautifully penned.
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Keith, thank you so much.
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old saying: Regret is the price we willingly pay to remain unchanged despite our better, if not intermittent, drive to evolve.
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A very costly indulgence.
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Very well written, Denise. Those last two sentences are impactful.
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Thank you, Nicole. I’m glad you felt the power in the words.
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She seems to be making the same mistake all the time.
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Ah, Bernadette. Thank you.
No mistake. Her sadness manifests on an anniversary of loss.
A moment in time. Remembered.
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Oh, my bad! Didn’t realise that she was upset due to its anniversary.
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No, Bernadette! Not “my bad!”. I should be saying that to you.
I love reading comments when people tell me their interpretation of a piece or how it made them feel.
It’s an open window showing me a different perspective 😊
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🙂
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The wonderful repetition in this piece adds to the poetry of it and brings lots of emotion. For me there’s a sadness, but not total, as we know it’s going to lift.
Well written.
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Thank you, Marian. I appreciate your feedback. I’ve not employed repetition much in my poetry, but this one seemed to insist on it.
You have, in fact, captured the essence of the piece.
Thank you.
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Happy to give feedback .
the repetition works marvellously in this piece and you should use it more as you have a feeling for the right place.
It doesn’t work when forced and your words had a natural flow.
I’m happy that you thinking I managed to get to the essence.
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