What a great poem; thank you for posting it. The questions at the end of the poem reminded me of the ending of Mary Oliver's poem (The Summer Day, 1990).... "Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?" Questions often seem much more friendly to unfixed people than do answers; questions tend to open up life's horizons with a possibility of joy, whereas answers weigh in with their should-ought-must, killing the spark of life.
What a great poem; thank you for posting it. The questions at the end of the poem reminded me of the ending of Mary Oliver's poem (The Summer Day, 1990).... "Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?" Questions often seem much more friendly to unfixed people than do answers; questions tend to open up life's horizons with a possibility of joy, whereas answers weigh in with their should-ought-must, killing the spark of life.
“And what would have happened
without the small tenderness I gave
to that wrecked thing I was?” This line says so much. Saving this as reminder. Thank you, Kimberly.
“Don't the leaves
bloom anyway, on those branches
that are left? Don't they make themselves—
just by being alive, just be breathing—
beautiful again?”
These last lines… how resilient and strong we are.
I’ve just saved this to remind me on the hard days…
With love always dear Kimberly xx
Oh! This is a brittle but tender moment! Beautiful.