Floating for a moment in the brief seconds swept up by the minute hand, a day can be filled with the ache of moving from one dream to another, of visions lost in the bottle or the pipe or through a love that turns out to be just another useless drug. During moments of loss, recrimination and prayer are like tiny pills that carry us through the day, blotting out or heightening moments with noise or music only we have ears for Forgiveness is always desirable but would only be an invitation to more transgressions, a license to rob the piggy bank of desire kept hidden in our hearts
I think these lines refer to people who are always saying “I’m sorry,” for whatever act they’ve done or hurt they’ve caused, but continue to use any forgiveness they receive as a kind of door mat to keep offending without repentance of their behavior.
Paul, as usual, I must go back and really take time to read aloud and I love what's happening here, "recrimination and prayer are like tiny pills that carry us through the day, "..."Forgiveness is always desirable but would only be an invitation to more transgressions, a license to rob the piggy bank of desire kept hidden in our hearts." Wow, these lines, the juxtaposition still has me pondering. Thanks, Paul.
My response to Rod Bluhm may be helpful but in a broader sense, I think there are people who desire forgiveness for their transgressions, but they don’t actually repent. I’m sure you must have heard the old saying, “Don’t be sorry—Change!”
I'm 'floating' a bit from reading this. I'll have to 'rob the piggybank of desire' in order to figure it out - if I ever do. I've only been at it two hours already.
“Words can wear you out, make you tired and poor and ready for the rocking chair and a warm blanket to cover your knees, nurse close by with a spoon and a bowl of gruel.”
A low key zinger that gently touches a variety of wounds, Paul — your forte, I think.
"The piggy bank of desire ..." I like that, Paul.
Thank you, C.J.
You’re welcome, Paul
Amazing how we can float given the weight of that piggy bank isn’t it?
Maybe not floating, Patris, unless it’s in the sense of being in a daze
Not dissimilar in feeling..
Great images, especially the piggybank. Thanks for sharing.
Is forgiveness a drug that encourages more self-loathing in the end? This poem makes us think as your work often does, Paul.
I think these lines refer to people who are always saying “I’m sorry,” for whatever act they’ve done or hurt they’ve caused, but continue to use any forgiveness they receive as a kind of door mat to keep offending without repentance of their behavior.
That makes sense. Thanks, Paul.
Paul, as usual, I must go back and really take time to read aloud and I love what's happening here, "recrimination and prayer are like tiny pills that carry us through the day, "..."Forgiveness is always desirable but would only be an invitation to more transgressions, a license to rob the piggy bank of desire kept hidden in our hearts." Wow, these lines, the juxtaposition still has me pondering. Thanks, Paul.
My response to Rod Bluhm may be helpful but in a broader sense, I think there are people who desire forgiveness for their transgressions, but they don’t actually repent. I’m sure you must have heard the old saying, “Don’t be sorry—Change!”
Paul, I'm chuckling at this because this is my silent response whenever I hear repeated sorries...do something different!
Awesome writing, Paul . Love it from the start to the piggy bank . Peace to you my friend
Thank you, Mitch—I appreciate your comment!
It felt like you’ve read my mail, Paul.
Thanks for sharing.
I swear I haven’t been reading your mail, Kevin, really. Really.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Now testify, Sir Paul.
I smell myrrh and frankincense !
My mind and my heart are seriously going to have to ponder the concepts that are within this poem.
I'm 'floating' a bit from reading this. I'll have to 'rob the piggybank of desire' in order to figure it out - if I ever do. I've only been at it two hours already.
As I wrote in a Note yesterday,
“Words can wear you out, make you tired and poor and ready for the rocking chair and a warm blanket to cover your knees, nurse close by with a spoon and a bowl of gruel.”
They can also, of course, give you a sense of humour.
Though we’d all prefer ice cream?
Ice cream would be good - especially because it's so nice and sunny here at the moment.
And with a song, accompanied by a dance!
Giggles all around.
Thanks to @WFSL_TheFossil for sharing this
Thanks to @Dave pearen for sharing this piece and for restacking so many others. I really appreciate your continued support, Dave.
Grateful to @Nurse Kristin for sharing this, Thank You!
Thanks to @Lique for the restack!
Thanks to @Teresa Gonzales for sharing this, I’m grateful!