Inspired today by the thoughts of Seth Haines over at Tweetspeak Poetry. The structure of certain poetry forms can provide just the right space in which to share raw and ragged emotion. Here, I fall into the haiku and I am grateful for its conciseness. It hems me in--in just the right places.
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When there is silence
my ears are tilted upwards
catching the holy
Into my empty
there falls a swelling presence
that keeps me breathing
For these days are stretched
across my breaking heart space
and I need comfort
But haven't I always?
every Noel finds me poor
in mind and spirit
This one only rips
closer to the quick, the root
from which life is born
The idea of God
as a child burns deep and wide
it is at once, mad
And beautiful, because
it is the heart of the young
from which springs glory
And in the inky
black sky a crop of new stars
sing Hallelujah
O come, o come, now
usher in sweet songs of joy
be born in me again.
this is hauntingly beautiful wow friend, there is such depth to your work that I am privileged to go through it several times...with JOY. The soil of your work is rich and filled with soul nutrients... joyeux noel, joyeux noel.
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gonna chew on this one. love mining its depths, Holly. joining you in that "poor in mind and spirit" place.
may all things merry and bright be yours this Christmas.
Thank you friend, as always. You are such a gift to me.
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ReplyDeleteSo glad to have you here and so thankful that I am not alone in my poor mind and spirit. Thank you.
Yes, I too like the order and confines of haiku. It keeps me from flying apart as I create. Though yourself "hemmed" in, your words express that beautiful truth that comes to us every Noel. Well done.
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