Free gift in every packet –
in that anger you spilled
over the kitchen floor, there is
the seed of change, and in
that weight of fear there
is some love, and in
that great, grey,
overwhelming grief, you’ll find
a memory of joy.
A quadrille for dVerse – with the word “free” as the index word.
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Oh, Sarah. This is breathtaking. Truly. What a beautiful view of life.
And I can see that packet of anger, spilled.
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This poem is surprising Sarah. It is heartrending, sad, and yet there is some element of hope in it. Well done.
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It wasn’t what I expected to write. And in fact, I must confess I had forgotten the significance of the day until my kids reminded me at dinner tonight. They had been talking about the 9/11 attack at school, taking them through events. I was very heavily pregnant with my daughter back then. I really remember the dissonance between the life growing in me (really growing – I was enormous), and the destruction on the screen I was watching. Maybe I was holding that subconsciously somewhere today.
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Maybe you were. But it is truly a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing this with me. I was at work, high up in the air of a federal building! When it became evident of what had happened. We were all evacuated from the building. It was frightening. It was heartbreaking.
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Wow Sarah. This packs a punch and speaks to me this day so profoundly. So beautifully put together…like water tumbling down steps…tinkling into my consciousness.
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I love what you expressed here… and so great with that glimmer of hope in the end… there is beauty in the grey.
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This is absolutely stunning and beautiful. Seek hope in even the greyest of days and the most traumatic events. Resilience….the quest for survival. Humanity rising in the instants of tragedy and turmoil.
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your poems always seem to flow freely – spilling out a lot of love here to counter that scene
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Profound and lovely. Thanks.
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A beautifully rendered sentiment that could be applied to every kind of loss.
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They are linked, I think. The grief is greater when the joy was greater.
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The only way to avoid grief is to live a life of complete indifference.
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This flows so effortlessly!
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Thank you! I want to flow!
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A beautiful way to find a gift in every situation Sarah, this is where we always grow. A wonderful write and I especially love ‘in that great, grey, overwhelming grief, you’ll find a memory of joy’ xxx
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Nice way to combine anger with change, fear with love and grief with joy.
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Wow, Sarah! There’s such a kick to your quadrille, particularly in the lines:
‘… in
that great, grey,
overwhelming grief, you’ll find
a memory of joy’.
They speak to me clearly.
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Thank you, Kim. I posted early yesterday, haven’t read much yet.
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I posted late and didn’t get through many. I’m going to read a few before I go out this morning.
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The rhythm of your poem sent shock waves through me, it’s beautiful
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Thank you for reading. I do love quadrille night.
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Me too 😊
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The whole gamut. (K)
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profound
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Loved the way that packet of anger had quite a few things in it, culminating in a memory of hope. Beautiful.
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Emotions are never simple, and anger is trying to tell us something, too…
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Always…
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I liked this a lot. I needed this today, actually.
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Thank you for dropping by. Isn’t it funny when someone miles away, from a different life, connects with something you’ve written? I love those moments as a reader.
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So beautiful and profound.
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I love this! It has given my day a great lift.
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Theres is so much depth in the simplicity of this piece. Well done! ❤️
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spilled anger on the kitchen floor… and usually grief is the loss of joy… lovely poem.
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This is so incredibly beautiful. Love the hopefulness that lifts beyond the grey.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Very touching quadrille.
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Love this. I like the idea that nothing is wasted, that there is something valuable even in our ugly moments.
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This is so beautiful and just right. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about grief and sorrow going together, I’m so grateful I found your words about it 😊
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Oh, thank you. I’m glad you found it touched something. Thank you for commenting.
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