I sink my tears
In the deepest place
Of this my soul
A place where there is
No bed, no bottom.
No end.
If I had to count them
In the form of drops
-as they’ve come out
After the so many years
What a long number
Not that good at maths.
I sink my passion
In the deepest hole of my heart
And there it goes in a sort of spiral
Round and round in circles
Getting only
To my between-legs
And back
To my heart again
I sink what I think
In an attempt not to risk
For it only makes me sick
So- by losing knowledge
I’d lose also interest
And courage
I sink in vain now
I see flowers grow,
Blossom and become
What they are supposed
To Be, and that’s it, all.
New, young or old
I try to sink no more
Try to find somewhere
Some seeds left to grow
In this my little garden.
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16 comments:
there are always seeds, and we do tend to get caught up in tendrils of seaweed, so never fear dulce...
Sweet seeds will once more grow in your garden, you'll enjoy their growth. The sinking feeling is almost over, be well.
Dulce your words are images...
Secretia
"In this my little garden", that line was really poignant for me. Stay strong, Dulce, blossoms always return.
I know the sinking feeling, Dulce. But I know there are always seeds that were blown by the wind. They settle somewhere new and sprout fresh blossoms, and then we have something hopeful, something beautiful, something new. I hope this poem is not about you, but if it is, Sweetest, I hope you will hang in there and wait for those new sprouts to blossom.
Hugs,
Nevine
many years ago I saw my grand mother
speaking with flowers in her garden.
I asked why?
she said that they had understood what she saying with love.
if the sun and the water aren't enough now,I'm making the same thing..speaking with them now.
wishing you a happy week.
Sweeter Poet Dulce: To have had a different life--one without shrinking, sinking, stinking stuff--would have resulted in a completely "other" person than the Dulce all your Peeps have come to know and love.
I cannot speak for them...however I would gamble that they LIKE the Dulce you have become rather than one who would be heartless, loveless, without compassion, and totally wrapped into self.
So...since you have sunk all those past tears, passions, thoughts, and self, that shining marble which is left standing is Dulce, Sweeter Mother, Sister, Daughter, Sweeter Poet, and Sweeter peep. OK?
Take Care...
Oh, good heavens - don't sink, swim (who am I to talk? I'm a stone fish too.) Love must make us fly, not sink. I love you, so get up, it's a beautiful sunshine. Summer is coming, love is in the air!
I'm sure we have all known days like this and then, thankfully, they pass. Because, as your second last line put it, there are still "some seeds left to grow." Sadness, beauty and truth in this piece, Dulce.
Es una poesía preciosa...Muy profunda y sentida.
Muchos besos.
reading this hurts..it hurts b/c I feel your pain...so similiar to wht I've felt but I found out...the sun always comes out again...no matter how low or dark...the sun always shines again...Stay strong ok. You're the best. Know that. Sarah
"I would give you my tears if I could and you could build a world where those tears wash away, out into your oceans." from my journal - and I am thinking how I to swim in this ocean with you sweet dulce.
Dulce
don't think my comment went thru. just was troubled that you chose sink for a way to travel. seeds are planted shallow and grow from the strength of their roots. but I want to go deep. can't we swim deep to explore and live? sink is so dark, final and death entrenched. I'll sleep on it.
~rick
We continue to make sense of things around us.. constantly keeping barely afloat.. but not sinking is good. It is work.. life is work.
~Silver
Las lágrimas fertilizan la esencia de nuestro corazón, a vece el jardín parece dormido, pero está latente esperando el despertar de las semillas.
Es verdaderamente bello, se siente el silencio de la lluvia.
Besos:)
I love this Dulce.
And I think we can
plant our seeds where
ever need be..or deep.
you are brilliant.
such beautifully poignant words, dear dulce! words we all know only too well which make your own even more lovely to your readers - it's wonderful to be back here reading your heartfelt verses and i have missed it! have a glorious sunshine filled "bloomin' day" lady!!!
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