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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. 
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28 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyApril 30, 2017 at 4:58 PM

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

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  2. ZQApril 30, 2017 at 5:01 PM

    That was well done...
    ZQ

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 30, 2017 at 6:18 PM

    Love is all-powerful.

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  4. AnonymousApril 30, 2017 at 7:10 PM

    Kutos on this and love found

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  5. Wendy BourkeApril 30, 2017 at 9:11 PM

    '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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  6. CloudiaApril 30, 2017 at 9:50 PM

    Life and keep going triumph as long as we breathe!

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    1. ayalaMay 2, 2017 at 6:06 AM

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

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  7. Jae RoseMay 1, 2017 at 6:03 AM

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

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  8. Pat HattMay 1, 2017 at 8:14 AM

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

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    1. ayalaMay 2, 2017 at 6:07 AM

      It does give one a great sense of gratitude.

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  9. colleenMay 1, 2017 at 8:57 AM

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

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  10. RudriMay 1, 2017 at 10:15 AM

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

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  11. indybevMay 4, 2017 at 11:47 PM

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

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  12. Sarah RussellMay 5, 2017 at 12:28 AM

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

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  13. brudbergMay 5, 2017 at 10:05 AM

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

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  14. Frank HubenyMay 5, 2017 at 2:33 PM

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

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  15. kaykualaMay 5, 2017 at 8:00 PM

    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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  16. GraceMay 6, 2017 at 8:02 AM

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

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