Holding Back the Pain (One Stop Poetry) #poetry


I felt the weight of years

precariously balanced on my shoulders

it had only been days

a lifetime fit into

that cupful of moments

***

So many things remembered

others eternally forgotten

the grimace of pain and loss

permanently

scored

on my heart

***

A wax casting

would never release the sorrow

Sadly, if it cracked

so would the dam

that held emotions of a lifetime at bay

***

I would drown instantly from the deluge

“Better to suffer years

of waxen apathy”

the seer whispers “then to…

***

At that moment

I feel the power of the deluge

approaching

breaking

through

the

pain

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Thanks to Josh Parrish for the photographhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/keylime/15331037/

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90 thoughts on “Holding Back the Pain (One Stop Poetry) #poetry

  1. “A lifetime fit into that cupful of moments…” this sentence reaches out and places a hand on my wrist, holding my thoughts in confinement- if only for a moment.

    This cup overflows profoundly.

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    1. yes – this is a projected scenario. When I get into writing mode I project. This poem was projecting the death of my mother. Don’t want to feel the true weight

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  2. ..a lifetime fit into that cupful of moments…there’s so much in this one line
    love the picture with your words, underlines them perfectly..and glad for the breakthrough…

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  3. As long as enlightenment happens towards the end of that tunnel, I suppose it’s all good! 🙂
    A beautifully constructed poem, with a very effective choice of words, Moon… Kudos!

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  4. Ah, there is a depth here, in your words, a layered force contained behind your images that threatens to burst forth on us, with all its meaning, in all its beauty. Glad you broke through, my friend.

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  5. Reading these words, I felt the weight of the pain. Then I saw your comment on the inspiration, and I knew why. I’ve projected a similar scenario, and felt just as you describe.

    And I join the ranks of those feeling “A lifetime fit into that cupful of moments…” Those are wonderful words.

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  6. Ouch….a universal sentiment told in sparse, close to the bone sentiment.

    Very, very haunting, Moon.

    At least there is the possibility of breaking thru the pain. The hope is there…for further down the road where the pain doesn’t eat you up completely.

    Lady Nyo

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  7. Oh I can relate to this when my mother died…I barely knew her..she was mentally ill most of my life….I never thought I could or would feel such a deluge…but I did….blessings…bkm

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  8. What a powerful and profound poem. The pain and hurt is never washed away. But that it doesn’t inhibit is the greatest thing. All of us wish we could take that pain away, and hopefully by sharing with us you feel a little more at ease. Great one shot and thank you for sharing such an emotional piece. – your friend Corbie Sinclair

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    1. thanks my friend
      I guess it’s good to write a poem where others can also explore their feelings about an issue they may face some day

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  9. “waxy casting would never release the sorrow” has so much longing and sadness but it really touched me.

    I also felt a strong connection to the ocean of words you have here. Thank you for sharing such a clear reflection of something so deep.

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  10. How strong is our desire to try to control our emotions, eliminate the pain, hold it back–the photo is a great simile for that, and your poem ends with the equal strength of what can’t be denied. Enjoyed your lifelesson.

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  11. A cupful of moments–loved the line…I read your comment on poem “recall” there is a story behind that image and that poem…my friend…thank you for dropping by…hope you will join us and keep leaving behind heart warming footprints in our blog all at the same thing.

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  12. “I felt the weight of years

    precariously balanced on my shoulders”

    These lines pulled me into the pain you were projecting in this poem. The thought of losing a loved one is difficult at best. You led us through that eventuality with a gentle hand. Well done!

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  13. STUNNING Leslie! Amazing, overflowing “cupful of moments” just….wow this really took my breath away dear friend. I love your writing anyway, but I have to say I think that this one really really is one of my favorites of yours! (well so far anyway 😉 )…*hugs* ~April

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