Though I can’t recall
the cause of our fight
the scorn,
yes, the scorn in his eyes
is still imprinted on my soul
that instant,
something died inside of me
and never went away
we both closed that chapter
to move on but
I couldn’t really move on
so one day I sat down
with his letters that I believed
were so precious for me
those verses he wrote for me
they were weighing me down
so…
I buried a few in the backyard
a foot under and then
stomped on them to my heart’s content
I burnt some to cinders
watching the smoke curl
into nothingness
made boats of others
and consigned them
to the little stream
behind the school
watching them sink after a while,
the rest I made into kites
and as they soared in the sky
to disappear into oblivion
I finally felt free.
(The lines about burying have been added after Christine’s gentle query. Thanks, my dear friend)
Very good!
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Thank you so much! 🙏
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A pleasure 😊
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Breaking free from those shackles is truly liberating……. bravo 👏
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Indeed, it is! Thanks a lot, dear. 🙏❤️
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My pleasure 😊
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Lovely, the least were burnt and the really good ones were saved for the kites?
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Yes. One tends to hold on to what means the most. Thank you. 🙏
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Also, nothing beats the kites
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Oh, yes! The exhilarating experience watching it dance in the breeze. 😊
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Brilliant!👏👏
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Thanks a lot dear! 🙏
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ouch, hope all is ok …
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Yes, Kate. Don’t worry. All is well. 🤗❤️
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❤ 🙂
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What a feel.. beautifully put Punam.. Hats off..!! 🤗😊👒👌🏼👌🏼👏🏼👏🏼💕
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Thank you so very much Debika. I am flattered. 😊🤗💞
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A beauty dear – setting the thoughts, the emotions to be free – indeed feels good
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Thanks so much, Shantanu. 🙏
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My pleasure
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I just love how your mind works! Fire, water, air – you didn’t bury any? 🙂
A lovely poem Punam 💕
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Darn! I forgot to mention those buried in the backyard! Christine, you are such a sweetheart! ❤️
I am going to add those lines now!
Thank you, thank you so much, my dear! 😊💞
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Lol 🤣 got to use all the elements!
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Indeed! 😂😂
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Very nice!
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Thank you kindly!
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Sometimes some tangible or symbolic thing needs done for both catharthis and letting go. Great writing ❤️
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Yes, R. One has to learn to let go sometimes for our own peace of mind. Thank you so much. ❤️
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I think the poem did a beautiful job of setting free. You’re welcome ❤️
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🙏💖
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Such creative ways to deal with those old verses. I have lots of verses in unmarked graves. Love this, Punam!
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Yes, we deal with those verses the best way we can! Thank you so much, Inky. ❤️
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Absolutely! You are kindly welcome, Punam ❤
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I felt liberated after reading this💖
Absolutely beautiful ❤
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Such a wonderful thing to say! 💞 Thank you so much, dear. 🤗💖
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks a lot.
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Always happy to read and share your works!
xoxoxo
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