12.15.2019

Breathing While We Still Can


I hold my 
breath and the future
arrives just 
as water rushes in

We knew we could
only hold for so
long as earthly containers
fill 

To brim with
other matters
more when considering
roses and thorns

There’s no fixing 
any of this
the world just starting
to bleed out


For POETIC BITS OF KERRY in the Imaginary Garden xoxo

11 comments:

  1. One can only hope that the bleeding is the first step towards a difficult healing.

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  2. The last stanza of your beautifully crafted poem gave me chills and an ominous sense of foreboding. Bleeding out most often fatal.

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  3. We cannot do anything but to accept that the future we always have dreaded is here.

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  4. I echo Magaly's sentiments. Would that humanity have acted sooner. There is no certainty of recovery now.

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  5. ...and the future arrives. That is often many people's nightmare, whatever the scenario. I feel the desperation in these words!

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  6. Oh my we bleed out to be reborn in a much brighter light

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  7. Ack! I feel the pain of this bleeding.

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  8. That's certainly how it feels these days.

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  9. Oh my aching heart this is poignant!!

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  10. Beautifully said ... and I wish I did not share your view.

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  11. And we bleed out with it. How I wish this wasn't so.

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Thank you for sharing your thoughts!