Only Grasped Lightly

Writer’s Island prompt 11 – 
 “SLIPPED THROUGH MY FINGERS”.

So much has slipped
through my fingers
that couldn’t grip
as tightly as I wished
them to. Held loosely,
many fell to ground
without a sound, some
forgotten in haste to find
better place to be in.

Theirs, or mine?

And does it matter
if a few shattered where
they landed, leaving only
stranded pieces of what
might have been, but wasn’t
meant to be?

So much more held
on these pages, stories
told in bits and phrases,
poems sung and letters
written in bolder ink
that sinks into fabric
of existence, leaving a stain
that remains, like dark sin
on white soul that nuns
spoke of long ago, when
I was a child.

Pain is a lesson which helps
to remember that grasping
hands are closed to anything
being offered, can not
unfold or receive what might
be given, and living is too
short to spend bent back
toward past, trying to mend
what was never intended.

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About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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8 Responses to Only Grasped Lightly

  1. anthonynorth says:

    A poem from the soul. Excellently done.

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  2. 1sojournal says:

    Anthony North, thank you for these words. They mean more than you know and prompt me to do something I have only been pondering thus far.

    Elizabeth

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  3. roseys posey says:

    The last verse is a poem all of its own. Such wise words.

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  4. 1sojournal says:

    Thank you rosey, I’m glad you liked it.

    Elizabeth

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  5. diddums says:

    That’s quite an image — the dark stains that stick. And they do. They affect us, but sometimes I look back and see that things couldn’t have been any other way: me being who I was and everybody else being who they were, and circumstances being what they were. You think that you change with age, then think back to something you did or said when you were 6 or 16, and realize you were always that person.

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    • 1sojournal says:

      Yes, that is a strong image and has lasted so much more than others from my childhood. And the little girl in me, that one that peers back through all those years, is definitely the same person, but also changed by this rearranging of the image and what it means to her now, as well as to me.

      Elizabeth

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  6. C. Elizabeth says:

    I enjoyed your response to the prompt. You’ve got a lot of great insightful lines here 🙂

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  7. 1sojournal says:

    Glad you enjoyed it. Insightful? I really like that word. Thank you so much.

    Elizabeth

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