Charmed Chaos
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Empty Now
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Empty now the house of my knife blade soul
for no longer does the light of your beautiful face shine
my bloody insistent heart now fragmented, broken, un-whole
and in its stead a black rot of grapes withering on the dead vine.
You have gone; taken with you, our turbulent love sea so deep
leaving naught but a bed of unyielding clay to lie upon as I weep.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Play it again with ‘Old Toads’
Author’s Note: Kerry has given us a wonderful challenge of choosing from a list of prompts from former Toads. I have chosen to combine two: Fireblossom Friday, February 28, 2014 and Get Listed! with Grapeling, May 7, 2015.
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I love the Neruda quote, and the masterful way you have combined your two chosen prompts. The theme, though sad, is one we can all relate to, one way or the other.
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Thank you for your thoughtful words Kerry.
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Knife blade soul… this is something that I meet in my nightmares…
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Yikes! Thanks Bjorn.
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“Empty the house of my knife blade soul”! Wow, what a powerful line that is. Yes, as Kerry says, we can all resonate with the feelings in this poem.
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Indeed we can. Thank you so much Sherry.
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This is beautiful …..
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I thought I had commented. Knife blade soul…wow.
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Thanks Toni.
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This is heartbreaking, Linda. And it speaks so clearly–so knowingly–of loss and grief. Sigh.
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Thank you Magaly. We all carry our sadness with us.
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Yes, this is ache translated into poetry. Beautifully written
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Thank you Susie.
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Sad … yet oh so beautiful.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I also highlight the “knife blade soul”, and the Neruda line hits home.
(brief note – the word ‘of’ is doubled in the first line)
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Oh geez- thank you for pointing that out! And thank you for the comment.
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This is incredibly evocative in its portrayal of longing and ache .. I could feel every word 😥💖
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Thank you my sweet friend. ❤️
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