“To Be Stalwart” The Sunday Whirl #188

Seems unfair to let the fledgling
try to fly when wounded,
But it might be what I need.

In my own defeat.
Is it a blessing or a curse?

I don’t like letting go,
even if I know it’s harming me,

I’m an atheist flutter when
I think of you,
the child that pirouettes
across the floor — helpless — cloudy.

How does the miserable sun
shine without enough rest?
When I look at my world
I am resolute it’s been
neglected.

Each stain ingrained
with helplessness.

Process notes: some of this piece came from my end of a conversation I had with fellow poet, Elizabeth Crawford Katch.

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10 responses to ““To Be Stalwart” The Sunday Whirl #188

  1. You have used the Wordle words well. The world is being more than neglected: it is being spoiled. But Wordle words change perception!

  2. Letting go is a tough one……….beautiful write, Pamela.

  3. When I look at my world
    I am resolute it’s been
    neglected

    The bitter truth. One does find sometimes how unfair one treats oneself. Neglecting oneself over others may be noble but charity still starts at home. Great thoughts Pamelita!

    Hank

  4. I am sorry everybody, I am going through a crisis. I will be round to read when I feel calmer.

  5. Feel better soon, Pamela.

  6. Pamelita,
    You are not around for some while. Now I know why. Pray you get it over with, Ma’am, especially with the blessings of the festive season. Wishing you and family Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

    Hank

I appreciate all comments.

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