Friday, July 13, 2012

speechless

Almost everything tells
me news of the demolished
always
we craved.
When the speechless hinge
of loss
sings to my invisible
heart,
I surrender and become
its tender plaything.
At home in the story
you left me, I
hide inside the noise
of silence
and slowly start to
hear the praise
breathing in its
ancient room.


©Laura Sorrells 2012
all rights reserved

6 comments:

  1. What a meaningful inscription this would be within a card to someone who is grieving.
    I hope it isn't you at this moment.

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  2. well, it is, but I'd rather feel the grief (which I keep thinking I'm all done with) than let it make me crazy by not allowing myself to grieve this lost relationship. I'm all right. I'm glad you liked this.

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  3. What a deep, beautiful yet tragic, poem. Thanks for sharing and may those ancient rooms continue to breath healing praise into your soul.

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  4. Thank you. They do, all the time, sage.

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  5. is this completely perverse - i imagine it as my own poem for a future. one looks forward in many surprising ways)))

    you write grief beautifully. i dare say you live it beautifully, as well. it does not lessen the pain to accept it but i think perhaps it widens the growth)))

    xo
    erin

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  6. thank you, erin. I am at least trying to live it consciously. the grief I feel includes, I think, grief for my mom, who died several years ago, not just this three-year relationship with my boyfriend, who was also a dear old friend.
    no, it isn't perverse at all. I read a poem tonight that felt like a foregrounding of sorts for me somehow. a shivery thing.
    I am so glad you read my blog. thanks again. peace, laura

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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.