the return

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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)

Comments

  1. Beatnheart11:52 pm, February 17, 2011

    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. erin1:46 am, February 18, 2011

    acceptance. you are. wonderful, saz.

    xo
    erin

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  3. RNSANE2:58 am, February 18, 2011

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

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  4. Rick3:53 am, February 18, 2011

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

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  5. Unspoken5:30 am, February 18, 2011

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

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  6. ethelmaepotter!5:55 am, February 18, 2011

    "it just is"

    I love that. Pretty much says it all.

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  7. Moannie11:53 am, February 18, 2011

    GOSH!!!!!!!!!

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  8. ADDY3:08 pm, February 18, 2011

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

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  9. ADDY3:09 pm, February 18, 2011

    *Same (not Sam!)

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  10. ADDY3:09 pm, February 18, 2011

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  11. Kitty3:47 pm, February 19, 2011

    It just is...

    *sigh*

    That made me cry. xx

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  12. Joanna Jenkins5:14 am, February 20, 2011

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

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  13. IT (aka Ivan Toblog)5:40 pm, February 22, 2011

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

    Congratulations on the award from Suldog.

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  14. (not necessarily your) Uncle Skip6:39 pm, February 22, 2011

    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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  15. scrappysue11:28 pm, February 27, 2011

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

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  16. Anonymous8:30 am, March 01, 2011

    I am so glad I found your blog again & have awarded you a stylish blogger award. For more details visit http://studyingparent.blogspot.com/

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