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I have discovered a beautiful poet.
His words are flaming the internet. Here is just one of his poems. <○> <○> <○> <○> <○> <○> When somebody else tries to tell you how you should grieve smile and forgive them through your watering eyes and then imagine how lonely it must be to be the person who audits the tears of other people the well-intended will tell you how long you should miss your beloved but you take your time grief is a hedge maze and being lost inside of it is more than okay don't race through your heartache because you might just miss a miracle or two in the teardrops rolling down your face don't grieve quickly just to make somebody else feel better if you need to, let your grief become a coral reef let the algae of your hurt slowly form over the years into the softest violet hue of heaven it can take two lifetimes to recover when our beloved becomes an empty chair it's okay take as much time as you need your healing is your healing and the scars of absence will itch longer than you can imagine but that is because you risked to love so deeply and that is far better than the alternative I am proud of you and the courage it takes for you to grieve so fearlessly don't listen to those who want you to go back to normal normal will never exist again for those of us who have lost a part of our heart if the moon broke in half would it feel normal? to hell with normal normal was their scent on your collar normal was their voice resting in your ear normal was their touch on your skin you have a new normal it's looking at the shape of clouds for messages from the great beyond that your beloved is fine you have a new normal it's building a cabin in the woods of your memory where you and your beloved can meet for lunch you have a new normal it's crying and laughing at the same time whenever their favorite song plays on the radio grief isn't the enemy of life numbness is don't become numb to your suffering welcome it in and let it wrap you up like a blanket whenever it shows up at your door it's okay I swear it's okay your beloved misses you just as much as you miss them and someday you two will get all tangled up together again someday you two will push each on a swing again under a shower of falling blooms and someday you two will ride comets together on the edge of everything and someday you two will giggle at all of the people who tried to tell you how to grieve ~ john roedel (johnroedel.com) |
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The Anatomy of Peace (formerly titled "How to Live With My Body")
my brain and heart divorced a decade ago over who was to blame about how big of a mess I have become eventually, they couldn't be in the same room with each other now my head and heart share custody of me I stay with my brain during the week and my heart gets me on weekends they never speak to one another - instead, they give me the same note to pass to each other every week and their notes they send to one another always says the same thing: "This is all your fault" on Sundays my heart complains about how my head has let me down in the past and on Wednesdays my head lists all of the times my heart has screwed things up for me in the future they blame each other for the state of my life there's been a lot of yelling - and crying so, lately, I've been spending a lot of time with my gut who serves as my unofficial therapist most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage and slide down my spine and collapse on my gut's plush leather chair that's always open for me ~ and I just sit sit sit sit until the sun comes up last evening, my gut asked me if I was having a hard time being caught between my heart and my head I nodded I said I didn't know if I could live with either of them anymore "my heart is always sad about something that happened yesterday while my head is always worried about something that may happen tomorrow," I lamented. "I just can't live with my mistakes of the past or my anxiety about the future," I sighed my gut smiled and said: "in that case, you should go stay with your lungs for a while," I was confused - the look on my face gave it away "if you are exhausted about your heart's obsession with the fixed past and your mind's focus on the uncertain future your lungs are the perfect place for you there is no yesterday in your lungs there is no tomorrow there either there is only now there is only inhale there is only exhale there is only this moment there is only breath and in that breath you can rest while your heart and head work their relationship out." this morning, while my brain was busy reading tea leaves and while my heart was staring at old photographs I packed a little bag and walked to the door of my lungs before I could even knock she opened the door with a smile and as a gust of air embraced me she said "what took you so long?" john roedel (johnroedel.com |
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Nice poems .
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John Roedel is quite the poet, not many fancy metaphors, but he hits straight to the heart ❤.
Thanks for reading Robin and Julie xxx |
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That is a really good poem.
ot: I'm starting to think Ladywind really likes poetry a whole lot. |
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That is a really good poem. ot: I'm starting to think Ladywind really likes poetry a whole lot. I do Mike. I wrote my first poem at 7 years of age...I still remember showing it to my father. He wrote too, but I never saw any of his poems till he passed. He kept that hidden.... |
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I do Mike. I wrote my first poem at 7 years of age...I still remember showing it to my father. He wrote too, but I never saw any of his poems till he passed.
He kept that hidden.... Lots of hidden memories coming up thru..... sorry it has to be through. but not fitting in line... A poem never be worthlessly if is written by real thoughts and soul. A poet never ends nor the poem's. it's only changes name an way of framing word's of passion. in poetic way. I Am The Poem Robin |
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