over nearly half a century,
time had worn her threadbare,
a tapestry of thinning, loosened threads,
mindlessly and obsessively pulled
as was necessary, sometimes her suffering was sad enough to silence the songbirds,
and other times, her joy was a melody others couldn’t help but to join
by now, she is a well-worn weather map of shared existence,
a lightening scorched scattering of scars,
a thunderous rattle of broken bones,
some not quite set right
but the seasons continue to change,
and she still manages to make leaves from nothing,
stretching her tired limbs toward the sky and offering herself bare to the thickening light
how is it, she wonders,
that I’ve become a minstrel of metaphor?
she hates metaphors
does shade have a shadow?
what else do we allow time to hide in plain sight?
why can’t something just be what it is?
if time has shown her anything,
it’s that she doesn’t need to ‘find her voice’,
she’s been forever truth-talking to herself,
and maybe, once upon a time,
she needed you to listen
now, she’s content in the simplicity of the knowing
Wow, Angela! This is rather breath taking.
I love it.
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Thank you, Vanessa!
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My pleasure!
Bookmarked it! 😁
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“and maybe, once upon a time,
she needed you to listen”
These lines remind me of a much beloved woman in my life.
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That’s beautiful! Thank you for reading.
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Exquisite, Ang. This is absolutely exquisite. Don’t know how I missed it.
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Thank you so much, Rita! 💜
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❤️❤️
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Blown away. 💜 Knowing.
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I’m humbled and so thankful!!
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You are very talented. I was speechless… and I’m never without words!
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Wow, now I’m speechless! Thank you! 💜
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worn and weared
we all
cared once upon a time
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Beautiful, thank you!
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Reblogged this on Stories From the Edge of Blindness and commented:
” a lightening scorched scattering of scars”….just one of many exquisite lines in this poem from Angela!
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Thank you, Susan! 💜
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Angela, this is full of beautiful images and exquisite language. I love it! Must be shared!
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Thank you, Beautiful Lady! And thank you for the share. Love to you! 💜
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The pleasure is entirely mine. I Love your poetry!
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Love to you, my friend!
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May we all manage to make leaves from nothing — excellent piece, Angela.
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Yes!! Thank you so much, Basilike.
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her joy was a melody others couldn’t help but to join – i loved this line Angela, it breathed new life into me
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I’m so glad! Thank you, Gina.
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truly my pleasure
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“Content in the simplicity of the knowing.” That’s a very good place to be.
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I agree! Thank you so much, Liz! 💜
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Yeah, why can’t something just be what it is?
Lovely.
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Right?! Thank you, Bojana! 💜
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Wishful thinking.
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Yep.
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