Thank you Colleen for a unique prompt. The challenge this week is to choose a card (above) from the “Dream Your Joy Oracle Cards” by Judy Mastrangelo. Look at each card and pick the one (or all) that speaks to you. You can write about the image or something in the image that grabs your attention. Let the card speak to you.
I have tried to interpret the cards with three kimo poems.
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What lay beyond was alluring So we walked on the railroad track Despite the warnings: Mountains on the left, River on the right, A speeding train could knock us off! But what lay beyond was irresistible.
Nothing deterred us Uneven surfaces, narrow shoulder, Only trees to hang on if a hooting train comes On the track we walked on.
We met many people As adventurous as us, Some with little children on their shoulders, Curious to see the beauty of Mossbrae Falls, Wondering Why is there no better approach?
“Look out for the train -” A refrain reverberated. After a trek of forty five minutes A breezy, soft spray of water greeted us.
We saw the most stunning falls, So different, falling like silvery ribbons. Here, the river is shallow Serenity seesaws with its rhythmic tone.
Mesmerized by the symphony of surroundings Enthralled by the message of silent breeze We embraced the magic of moments.
No train passed by But wait, it did come minutes later With its ear-shattering hooter As we were walking toward the car parking.
Grief has been my oldest pal or should I say the ghosts of grief could never leave me. It is one emotion that can never be suppressed. I’ve always poured it into my poetry. So, when I saw Kaye’s book that talks about personal grief, my ghosts of grief resurfaced to speak to me. I could deal with them within one day, could write two poems and finish reading this new release of my blogger buddy within a day. I could feel her words.
My Review:
A journey through grief is a torture that can never be explained yet Kaye gathers the strength to talk about it, as it is cathartic; it provides inner strength and gives a reassurance that grief may be personal but not individualistic. Grief changes us, it alters our life and we wonder where are the friends and family who disappear after the funeral. It is a deserted path and we have to traverse it alone. “Grief never leaves, it just finds its way into a comfortable spot within.” I could relate to these words of the author. We have to learn to live with it.
In this book, Kaye calls grief “a disease” and urges grievers to pay attention to their health. They should get out and go for a walk, talk to people, as human connection at such a time is extremely important. We may be sad and unmotivated, but we have to take up some activity to get out of the darkness, and find a new way of living. Another meaningful advice is that It is better to face the grief demons than become susceptible to addiction of any sort.
Real Stages of Grief may be different for each griever; we may seek a comforting hand, but solace eventually comes from within. “It is not words we need in our hours of grief; it’s an ear and hugs,” says Kaye. However, she warns against scammers and lurkers who want to be friends with you. “Beware of sob stories from those seeking financial gain.” Many more significant aspects of grief, and ways of emerging from those dark alleys have been shared in this book. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
HAPPY READING!
A Haibun
Perennial Pain
It’s the third Diwali without you. Darkness still surrounds me. Frozen heart refuses to accept logic; numb eyes return to the door again. I know you are not here but I don’t want to light any diyas or any electric lights. Diwali wishes sound like a slap in the face. Do you remember my enthusiasm for burning crackers and eating sweets the whole day? I don’t want to buy any now. I just soak in the mist of those memories. I have no nepenthe, but darkness gives more solace than the artificial lights.
Willow has offered two subjects: The October Hunter’s Moon or the aging of the year. In fact, you can use those two prompts literally, or you can use one or the other or both and explain in your poetry how they make you feel.
Thank you for reading my poetry.
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Thank you Diana, Joy, Denise and Priscilla for awesome reviews of Beyond the Fetters
Emotional Shadows 