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Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Refuge


I bow to the trees,
the birds are my choir.
I find refuge in silent fields,
immunity unspoken,
wounds barely healed,
redemption afforded.
I have forgiven you,
but not myself.
"Not possible" you exclaim,
the ache is throbbing,
the mind is searching,
answers are far and few.
Don't ask me if I want to live,
ask me if I choose to die.

So excited that http://dversepoets.com/ is featuring http://dannygregorysblog.com/. The photo above is his illustration. I recently found him through my friend and talented poet and artist Claudia at https://jaywalkingthemoon.wordpress.com/ . I love his work !
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35 comments:

  1. Brian MillerFebruary 10, 2015 at 6:47 PM

    we choose to die...but we also choose to live...
    and forgiving ourselves if often hard to do...harder than others...
    happy tuesday ayala....

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  2. GabriellaFebruary 10, 2015 at 6:50 PM

    Thanks for taking part, Ayala! Sometime forgiving oneself is the hardest. Your poem made me wonder about the background of this poem.

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  3. MaryFebruary 10, 2015 at 6:54 PM

    Wasn't Gabriella's prompt over at dVerse today wonderful? The interview she did of Danny Gregory is definitely a keeper. The last two lines of your poem make me wonder as well....I wonder who in your poem has the choice of 'to live or to die.' I think there is a backstory to this poem.

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    1. ayalaFebruary 11, 2015 at 6:01 AM

      Wonderful interview! Mary, I leave pieces of myself in these poems..... It's not easy ..yet getting easier.

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  4. WolfsrosebudFebruary 10, 2015 at 6:54 PM

    some deep thought put into these lines

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  5. GraceFebruary 10, 2015 at 7:09 PM

    I think forgiving oneself is the hardest thing to do ~ Opening lines are my favorite Ayala ~ Good to see you ~

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  6. VictoriaFebruary 10, 2015 at 7:45 PM

    There is a lot of substance in this, Ayala...and underlying tone of sadness, but also of beauty. I'm really enjoying the poems written to Danny's work.

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    1. ayalaFebruary 11, 2015 at 6:04 AM

      I love Danny's work ..... Thank you Victoria. I am bleeding on the page.

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  7. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 10, 2015 at 8:41 PM

    I LOVE this poem, especially "I bow to the trees. The birds are my choir." Mine, too. The last two lines are concerning. It reminds me of a time when I was struggling, and a dear friend said he knew it was harder for me to live, easier to die.......I am glad I chose life, because wonders awaited that I could never have dreamed.

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    1. ayalaFebruary 11, 2015 at 5:57 AM

      I am grateful that you chose to live. Thank you for sharing. This blog has taught me to open up and share things I have held inside for a long time.

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  8. Myrna R.February 10, 2015 at 8:42 PM

    It's always good to find refuge in nature. But some wounds do take so long to heal, they feel like death.
    Good writing Ayala. Enjoyed.

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  9. Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being RudriFebruary 10, 2015 at 8:52 PM

    What a poignant poem, Ayala. There is significance and substance in all of your lines. I especially loved the line "I find refuge in silent fields, immunity unspoken"

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  10. UnknownFebruary 10, 2015 at 8:59 PM

    It can be incredibly hard to forgive yourself... others, too; but you have to live with yourself and that makes the wounds heal much slower in a lot of cases.

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  11. TruedessaFebruary 10, 2015 at 10:39 PM

    The opening line really drew me in as it is very symbolic to bow to the trees for there is a sense of freedom in the movement.

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  12. ClaudiaFebruary 10, 2015 at 11:40 PM

    i think the hardest person to forgive is ourselves - it's so vital though for being able to move on and love again...

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    1. ayalaFebruary 11, 2015 at 6:08 AM

      So glad that you introduced me to Danny's work. ...and thank you.

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  13. Glenn ButtkusFebruary 11, 2015 at 12:54 PM

    I chose poetry, which precludes that I choose life, & stiff-arm death; as for forgiveness, I've found it healthy to be quick to forgive myself, & sort of drag my feet in the forgiveness of others; something I am working on. Nice take on Danny's image.

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  14. humbirdFebruary 12, 2015 at 10:32 AM

    Love that 'the birds are my choir.' ~ Feels good the willingness to forgive...takes time though and efforts...starts from loving yourself and others as yourself....

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  15. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2015 at 6:06 PM

    I can feel the depth and seriousness in your words...the ending is very profound. I really enjoyed this.

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  16. kaykualaFebruary 13, 2015 at 5:48 AM

    The choices seemed to have been already made. Not good for a good soul! Great lines ayala!

    Hank

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  17. LauraFebruary 16, 2015 at 4:28 PM

    What a beautiful poem Ayala… I've missed reading your inspirational words.

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  18. adhi dasFebruary 28, 2015 at 4:41 AM

    fantastic poem:))

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  19. CloudiaMarch 9, 2015 at 3:08 AM

    Missing you



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^=

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