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Sunday, April 30, 2017

Solitude



My heart trembles,
my heart floods
underneath the malnourished past.
Memory breathes life
into the body,
memory shakes it from its sleep.
Awakened to touch 
ever so soft,
like a whisper on the skin,
like feathers in the wind.
Love seared into the being,
buried in a cave of yesterday
where fragile and tenderness
once lived.
Famine and
solitude
were a choice in
a narrative of a crumbling world.
Denial and deprivation were a choice.
Love breathing life back into me,
setting me free. 

31 comments:

  1. I love those closing lines at the welcome fork in the road of the journey.

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  2. 'Memory breathes life into the body' - a wise and insightful line of poetry. Even when we are at our lowest, memory ... especially memories of love ... give us strength and keep us going.

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  3. Life and keep going triumph as long as we breathe!

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    1. Sometimes we are in a place that's hard to breathe.

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  4. Solitude is a painful place to sit in.. you describe it perfectly

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    1. It is....and I have been there.

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  5. Having such strife to look back on makes you truly appreciate when things are on the upswing

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    1. It does give one a great sense of gratitude.

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  6. Love is a heal all. Thanks for the reminder. Sometimes love is a choice too and sometimes solitude is lovely.

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  7. I adore the imagery of love threaded into this poem. Thanks, Ayala.

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  8. "Love breathing life back into me, setting me free" ... what a beautiful thought.

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  9. Beautiful. Love the words ". . .malnourished past." So good!

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  10. Love the return to fulfillment... like the hungry being sated.

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  11. I liked the line about denial and deprivation being a choice and love setting one free.

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  12. Denial and deprivation were a choice.
    Love breathing life back into me,
    setting me free.

    Exactly ayala! It is all up to us without promptings. We seek the truth!

    Hank

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  13. Love is the magical word, and a world filled with love sets one free ~

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