At dVerse Sarah is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation to use a line from a poem by Michael Donaghy called ‘Liverpool.’
The line offered is: “she’d had it sliced away leaving a scar.”
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Slices and Scars
“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” Rumi
Accepting The Tears Unnerving she thought, when we realise how parallels weave their way through our lives. Here among her trees she was confronted with last autumn's pruning. The liquid amber had suffered in the winds and one of its beautifully shaped branches had split and she'd had it sliced away leaving a scar where the limb had once protruded. She hadn't connected it before, but at the same time her father had died. Only now she sensed that she had a scar of grief about her, the tears welled as she remembered the pain she'd excised. She touched the healed callus fibres and felt the ridge where the cut had been, noticing the feelings in herself. The tree was making good progress. Not that she wasn't, but she felt the rawness of the premature cut, maybe now was the time to feel, to finally accept the tears. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Mission accomplished, Paul. Lovely poem.
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Thank you Pat 🙂
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Beautiful reflection.
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Many thanks Patricia.
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Gorgeous piece. ❤
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Thank you very much Penny
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What a wonderful take on the line, Paul. We each took ours to similar places. Trees are underrated in so many ways. They are witnesses and teachers.
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I feel that way too, they are so special. Thank you so much Lisa.
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This is very beautiful – the parallel works so well. I found it very moving, and so well detailed.
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Thank you for sharing the affect for you Sarah, and thank you for the opportunity to write.
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This is very good. I loved how the pruning helped her find herself again by letting herself grieve instead of keeping it bottled in. The images and the parallels are brilliant.
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Thank you so much Nitin, very appreciated.
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Very moving, Paul. Well done.
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Many thanks for this Ken.
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A distillation of numberless hours spent ministering to the sorrows of your fellowman, eh, Paul?
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Yes indeed Ana, it often comes to the page, one never forgets the experiences. Thank you.
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Valuable for us 🙏
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Great 👍 glad to hear that 🙂
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Sometimes the only way to heal is to let out your emotions.
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Yes, so true Jim.
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beautiful Paul. Acceptance takes years sometimes. Nicely done!
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Yes, we need time to heal, thank you very much Cindy.
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This is beautiful, so moving.
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Thank you very much Liz, appreciate this.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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This was extremely moving and close to my heart; beautiful as always.
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Thank you for sharing this with me, much appreciated.
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As others have said, very moving, Paul, and beautifully written. I love trees, too.
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Thank you Merril, appreciate your thoughts, yes, trees are so special.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Wow amazingly deep and beautiful poem
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Thank you so much ❤️
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Thank you so much 🙂
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