I was born in blood that did not stop, even to forgive its wound. I move with this never-ending river, this red thread uniting flesh to shadow, future to past, so that even in your absence it still speaks to me, saying: you are never alone; I am the echo that carries you on. And it is only this river, pressing its pulse against my wrist, that reminds me even silence has someone to hold.
Thank you, Diane. Im not a fan of Winter weather, although I do enjoy seeing scenes of it on postcards. I’m am busy writing so I expect to post more. I’m trying to be hopeful 💙🎄💙
I watched If an Owl calls your name- really powerful documentary about terrible trauma and ultimately healing for indigenous peoples after the devastation of generations of their children taken away and put into “ residential schools” to have their languages and cultures beat out of them, and subjected to sexual, physical, emotional abuse. The elders talked about the intergenerational trauma carried in the blood, calling for a true healing. It made me think alot about my own blood inheritances…
If an Owl Calls focused on the Canadian history. Yes, ongoing in the U.S. and in other parts of the world too, the Ukrainian children taken from their families, Tibetan children in residential schools. Children in Gaza.
The concept behind this poem - that all life, all relationships, are carried within us, like a river that is forever moving and never-ending, and every part of it still exists and goes on speaking to us - is so well conceived that it totally upholds the striking conclusion that we are never truly alone, that our loved ones remains us, and we can almost feel them there beside us in the silence, if we pause long enough. What a wonderful poem, Paul!
I’m so sorry to hear of your brother passing, Paul. I’m sure that was devastating for you. That brings your poem alive with even more meaning. How old was your brother?
Paul, you caught me totally off guard and I didn’t know what to say. This touched me deeply. It’s always hard to lose someone we love, a spouse, a family member, a dear friend. Maybe I’m wrong, but it seems like it would be even harder to lose a twin. From what I’ve heard and read, twins are closer than normal siblings.
Thank you kindly, @Kathleen Hobbs, for sharing this 🙏😊
You're welcome, Paul
Thanks for this restack, @Alison Redford
Good Friday, @Portia, and thank you for sharing this 😊
You’re welcome, Paul. Good Friday and a lovely weekend!
Thank you!
My thanks to @Kimberly Root for sharing this !
Grateful to @Blue Citizen 77 for this restack—thank you, Diane! 💙💙
Thanks, Paul. Hope your holidays will brighten your days and provide more great poems💙🎄💙
Thank you, Diane. Im not a fan of Winter weather, although I do enjoy seeing scenes of it on postcards. I’m am busy writing so I expect to post more. I’m trying to be hopeful 💙🎄💙
I hear you! I’m trying to be hopeful as well. It’s a full-time job!💙🎄💙
My thanks to @Gary Spangler for this restack.
Memories and feelings, may we never forget. This is so lovely Paul. ✨
Thank you, Jo-Ann! ✨
You’re welcome
Blood memories are powerful, carrying lifetimes…
Exactly, Sharon. Thank you!
I watched If an Owl calls your name- really powerful documentary about terrible trauma and ultimately healing for indigenous peoples after the devastation of generations of their children taken away and put into “ residential schools” to have their languages and cultures beat out of them, and subjected to sexual, physical, emotional abuse. The elders talked about the intergenerational trauma carried in the blood, calling for a true healing. It made me think alot about my own blood inheritances…
We have a legacy of that in both the U.S, and in Canada, and it persists right down to today, Sharon.
If an Owl Calls focused on the Canadian history. Yes, ongoing in the U.S. and in other parts of the world too, the Ukrainian children taken from their families, Tibetan children in residential schools. Children in Gaza.
The concept behind this poem - that all life, all relationships, are carried within us, like a river that is forever moving and never-ending, and every part of it still exists and goes on speaking to us - is so well conceived that it totally upholds the striking conclusion that we are never truly alone, that our loved ones remains us, and we can almost feel them there beside us in the silence, if we pause long enough. What a wonderful poem, Paul!
There’s a deep canyon cut through Mother Earth .
The veins continue to pulse, resonate, redefine the world that is seen held in memories eyes. A view from above sends love.
As I look up from deep in that canyon, Richbee, I’m waving at you!
Beautiful, Paul.
*sigh*
Thank you, Rea de Miranda.I’ve always been drawn to paradoxical ideas and life seems to be full of them.
This is tender, and it is earned.
Blood remembers how to hold and blood remembers what it demands of us.
Being carried is a mercy; becoming responsible for what carries us is the harder inheritance.
You’re right, Elham. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts on this poem. 😊
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I loved reading this thanks for sharing it. You have such a wonderful gift ❤️
Thank you for reading and for your comment!
This is a good one, Paul. I like, "... even silence has someone to hold."
I live alone, C.J. It’s a familiar feeling.
I didn’t know that, Paul. Well, that’s why the poem was so realistic. I’ve heard it said that the best poetry comes from writing about what we know.
Thanks, Paul.
My brother lived with until his death last year, C.J.
I’m so sorry to hear of your brother passing, Paul. I’m sure that was devastating for you. That brings your poem alive with even more meaning. How old was your brother?
Gary and I were fraternal twins, born 13 minutes apart. He passed a bit more than a week after our 76th birthday.
Paul, you caught me totally off guard and I didn’t know what to say. This touched me deeply. It’s always hard to lose someone we love, a spouse, a family member, a dear friend. Maybe I’m wrong, but it seems like it would be even harder to lose a twin. From what I’ve heard and read, twins are closer than normal siblings.
Whatever. Paul I’m so sorry for you loss.
I think of that when I'm alone, C.J.
I understand. I hope you aren’t alone very often.
What remarkable beings we are, Paul..Surprising how we are able to even move, we hold so many within us..
Indeed we are, Patris.
Thank you, @KathieOC for sharing this!