Thursday, 17 February 2011

the return

I know the how
I know the when
I know I am diminished by the why
and dismissal plunders deep

the skin dries, peels,
sheds
over and over
and over

the new virgin flesh
is supple and chaste
moistened

divest of mind clutter
massage gently
at the points of remember

feelings
left
to float beside me
lay comfortably

accepting
of their presence
not needing
to feel or do

it just is...


( I found this in my drafts, revisited it is even more so a truth)

16 comments:

  1. I love this...would love to use this poem and do photographs to go with them at some point. Just wonderful...

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  2. acceptance. you are. wonderful, saz.

    xo
    erin

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  3. I wish I could learn to accept my feelings as you do!! And you write so nicely about it.

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  4. yeah sara
    screw the wherefores and whys
    is should be enough
    ~rick

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  5. Acceptance is where I slowly arrive--again and then again.

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  6. "it just is"

    I love that. Pretty much says it all.

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  7. Glad you are coping one year on. Sam goes for me. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger!

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  9. It just is...

    *sigh*

    That made me cry. xx

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  10. Acceptance is hard sometimes but this is a good reminder to stick with it. Nice job.
    Thanks, jj

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  11. Yeah, acceptance...
    I accept I have control only of my own attitude and actions.

    Congratulations on the award from Suldog.

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  12. Acceptance isn't about taking. Is it?
    I can see Suldog has some good taste when he presents an award.
    Congratulations!

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  13. you're quite the poet saz! amazing the things we stumble upon at the right time.

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Saz x