Greetings,
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”
If
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.”
Don’t
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
saints.”
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