There are times when I
still hurry past this place —
an interruption of peace
and contemplation — but the tree
has now grown enough
to disguise the wound
carved upon its skin.
Removed from sight
my mind can be at ease,
but there are memories
which can not be forgotten.
Tonight, emotions will be stirred
with my drink, I will take down
the jar of sand from the mantle
and spread it across the paths
of yesterday.
Perhaps, when the jar is empty,
I can begin to refill my heart.
.
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For the Sunday Whirl wordle.
Awakened Words 
Oh, those last two lines!
🙂 you always manage to pick out the foundational lines; the second to last was my starting point… since you are online and all (with 30 poems and a wordle behind you) I am curios about your thoughts on my wordle from last week
I’ll be back in a moment… Oh, yes. One thing you need to do with any poem accompanying an image is to put your hand over the image and read the poem. Oh, yes. My heart gave a little jump. I’m curious, too. What do you think?
well, as usual it is a first (other than in process edits) draft, I have avoided looking back at it yet. It is the one I e-mailed you about, two distinct interpretations, one not intended, but apparent after reading the comments.
Ah. Remember that if a poem comes with an image the image will colour the interpretation. Hang on again. Oy! Why can’t I find comments?
You want to know what I think, don’t you? Nuts. This is easier when actually talking! So, with the image out of the picture [heh heh], the last stanza is the only thing that matters. How can the speaker face anything if the speaker cannot face a truth about himself.
Okay, am I with the crowd, or with your intent?
Me being more clear as to the poem in question would help the process…go back to “Clarifying Memories”. 🙂
😀
Turkey. Which poem? You can’t not tell me now. I’ll look at it tomorrow.
😉
But really, that was the name of the poem.
https://awakenedwords.wordpress.com/2013/03/16/clarifying-memories/
Laughing, and it’s early. Because my poem is ‘Memories Disguised’ I thought you were playing with words. I’ll be over when I wake more.
🙂
I just figured Skip had already mixed the gin and tonics.
Nice! Nothing so exciting. Supper. I’m going to shift to email because this will require an attachment. You see, when the poem posted, the order niggled so I cut and pasted it and then I played: two versions :-D. I also remember my reaction to the comments.
I love the line about the tree being grown enough to disguise the scar (picturing a heart and initials grown over) … but the whole poem is very fine, and I agree with Margo – the last two lines are breath-taking…
http://nsaynne.wordpress.com/2013/03/25/if-i-if-you/
A wonderfully written wordle full of emotion.
Mark, really enjoyed this. You used the tree and the jar so well. Great imagery with both.
Richard
There is nothing like talking to nature and her responding to create great poetry. Well done.
I will second, Margo, those last two lines are awesome, Mark.
Pamela
Oh I just love, so perfect.