dear poets and storytellers. I hope you are well. I hope life is being good to
you (or, at the very least, fair…). I’m in a
melancholic mood, thinking about love and loss, about the connections between
the living and the dead, about the truth weaved into this Sarah Dessen’s quote:
“You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again”
you have ever lost someone, you know just how true Dessen’s words are. Grief, like
love, is forever—it dulls, it grows, it changes... but it never truly dies. Living,
after loss, can be easier when we remember this. Or, like Mary Oliver says:
“To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.”
let my mood affect your ink. Let your prose or poetry be cheerful (unless you aren’t feeling it). Let your words
be new or old, short or long, fiction or nonfiction... One link per
participant, please. If you choose to give us the gift of your prose, let the
word count be 369 words or fewer. Let us write, read, and share our thoughts.
- for our
next Weekly Scribblings, our Rommy would like us to create new poetry or prose
inspired by one (or all) of the following Hamilton quotes: 1. “I’m looking for a mind at work.” 2. “History has its eyes on you.” 3. “Talk less. Smile more.” 4. “Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder.” 5. “Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the
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Yes, loss and grief are inescapable. I'm glad you have found ways to be with yours. I always find good poetry cathartic, and Mary Oliver perfect for any mood.ReplyDelete
Indeed, the right words are a fantastic balm for almost everything.Delete
Ah, Magaly, melancholy haunts us all from time to time – she’s an old friend of mine. But the sunshine here has cheered me up lately. I agree about the Sarah Dessen quote and love Mary Oliver’s words. I hope you enjoy the penultimate episode of my little ghost story.ReplyDelete
Tell the sun I say hello. He hasn't shone his face around here for a while now. And I'm certain I will enjoy the next bit in Kay's adventure.Delete
O dear melancoly vists me also, you dont have to invite her in she's vigilant like that.ReplyDelete
Hope you have a vibrant happy Sunday
She is very rude, showing up just like that.Delete
I hope your day is also a wonder, Gillena.
My mood is often melancholic these days. Feels like loss of loved ones is a cloud over my head rather then that distant thing we don't like to think of.ReplyDelete
I would have needed words like the Sarah Dessen and Mary Olivers quotes as a child. When no grown up wanted to talk to a sad six year old girl who just lost her father. In the end my only help came in the books by Astrid Lindgren. Who never shied away from that part of life.
Maybe it's no wonder my writing is so full of both sorrow and stubborn searching for hope.
People can be so wrong (and cruel) when they assume young means ignorant. Everybody hurts when they lose someone. And young hearts hurt the deepest.Delete
good day, poets & writers!ReplyDelete
Back from my Lunar New Year holidays. It was boring, with many restrictive measures because of covid.
glad to be back posting! :)
And we are glad to have you back. Sorry the celebrations were boring. Perhaps, next year will bring better things.Delete
I hope the weather is improving for everyone!ReplyDelete
And for you, too.Delete
I'm accidentally on theme. Better days soon poets.ReplyDelete
Better days, soon... :-)Delete
I'm sorry to hear of your sadness, Magaly. We finally heard the bird songs and I think they bring good cheer for anyone who might listen.ReplyDelete
Spring is coming and with it: hope.
Thank you, Joel. I shall listen to the song...Delete
I'm actually in one of my low moments...prompt is timing. I tried writing again..thank you!ReplyDelete