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Menolyrical; Final Friday Fiction

Here we are at the end of the seventh month of the twentieth year of the twenty-first century Anno Domini. ...Somehow that needed to be announced. 

Moving on. 

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And Still The Knots


So much unwound
by dint of deep search
of bare-heartedness

Of facing-up and 
gritting teeth
and getting real

Knots released
not without pain
surrendering

Are they ever gone?

© Yamini Ali MacLean 2020

NB; this is a response to a much earlier poem - see yesterday's post.

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15 comments:

  1. My Mind's Eye31 July 2020 at 00:21

    Happy FFF YAM-Aunty
    Very interesting photo. My mind's eye sees someone on their back looking up wondering about the years gone by and the many uses of the barn.
    My FFF will post at midnight
    Hugs to you and Dad
    HiC
    HiC

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  2. ♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥31 July 2020 at 00:56

    That's a poem with a lot of deep thought in there.

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  3. The Adventures of the LLB Gang31 July 2020 at 03:03

    I agree...a very thought provoking poem, which goes with the pictures perfectly!!

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  4. Joanne Noragon31 July 2020 at 04:53

    This building is so old, rope left from construction tells us nothing new.

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  5. Janice31 July 2020 at 06:44

    Knots remain but with the skilled hand can be changed into things of beauty to refresh the soul. namaste, janice xx

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  6. Tigger's Mum31 July 2020 at 11:04

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    1. Yamini MacLean31 July 2020 at 13:49

      Hari OM
      hmmmmm, not sure how you did it, Mr T, but you have linked my dashboard here!!!
      Forgive me as I will delete your comment with that in (and replicate it below)
      But meanwhile, THIS IS THE LINK TO YOUR STORY! Yxx

      TIGGER SAID; Sorry YAM aunty - we be no clever enough to get heads round human poetry. Like the barn tho. Bet thereplenty of good mousing in z place like that.

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    2. Tigger's Mum31 July 2020 at 18:33

      ooops! Told you F is tech-rubbish. Must try better next time. Furrings and Purrings. Mr T

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  7. WFT Nobby31 July 2020 at 14:45

    I think we must learn to live with the knots, somehow.

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  8. Pradeep Nair31 July 2020 at 18:04

    The photo reminds me of the attic in my ancestral house in Kerala!

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  9. Molly the Airedale31 July 2020 at 18:27

    Your poem is very thought provoking.... Love the antique timber frame.

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  10. Jenn Jilks1 August 2020 at 01:34

    Beautiful image. I hope you are doing well. It's a journey. xx

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  11. Purba chakraborty2 August 2020 at 21:19

    Such a beautiful and thought-provoking poem!

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  12. Millie and Walter2 August 2020 at 23:15

    What a great poem. It made me think of all the knots in my muscles. I wish I could afford a full time masseuse to work all those knots out for me.

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  13. Arti6 August 2020 at 10:56

    Wow!
    This is powerful.
    I'm reading it a couple of days after the blast in Beirut and your words resonate.
    Sending you hugs. xx

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