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
Menolyrical; Duck! (Boomerangs...)
A boomerang post, in that I have posted both these poems previously, but on separate posts. Finding myself without much else to offer today, I bring both together, for they are connected, albeit through forty years of life. Although I don't have an exact date for the first, it was certainly 1980ish, as it is from my 'little black book' of compositions that were entered between 1979 and 1981. The second arose during the trauma that was 2020. I have had cause to revisit them this week as I again wrangle with a few knots...
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Hoping you manage to untangle the knots before too long.
ReplyDeleteAll the best, Gail.
Yam, you poem are lovely. It seems our lives are always tangled with some kind of knots. Take care, have a great day!
ReplyDeleteA tree survives and grows tall with its knots and so must you. There is no other way.
ReplyDeleteI come to you to say, you are not alone. I myself and struggling with knots, and I beleieve many of our fellow bloggers are doing the same. Both of these are connected, so true for both of us. the last one is my favorite and goes with a post I am trying to pull together. I found this sentence on a blog 2 days ago, "Let it go or be dragged."zen proverb and it has stirred my heart and thinker.
ReplyDeleteTake care.
ReplyDeleteYAM I know what you mean on searching for things to chat about. With all our rain and wind I haven't been walking outside too much. Very nice poem... We did visit the NC Museum of Art yesterday...for an inside look and see what is new. Got some interesting photos and then we had lunch at their cafe....
ReplyDeleteHugs Cecilia
Getting something from 1980 is quite exciting.
ReplyDeleteBut not the knots, I guess
We hope these knots unwind soon. You have lovely handwriting!
ReplyDeleteWow....this touched me YAM....and I totally get it!
ReplyDeleteWe grow in spurts and with knots.
ReplyDeleteThere is that idea that if we fight against them they pull tighter. Maybe there is a beauty to be admired even in the forms of knots that will enable us to see how they are also part of the positive bonds that we form in life.
ReplyDeleteWell done. I think I've thrown out all my poems!
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