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"Today...I open my heart's hand to allow the touch of hope.”
Julia Cameron
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I feel the sorrow of loss and grief
Wondering if flowers feel the same
While wilting in the heat?
Summer heat reminds me that
Your hand no longer gently holds mine
But there is hope waiting
Beyond my spinning dreams.
Today under an azure sky, nature
Splendidly welcomed morning's peace.
I opened my bleeding heart to life and
Felt the warmth of nature's healing
Peeking through the slats on the shades.
I accept the invitation to indulge in life
Because where there is an open heart
Possibilities open as well!
CVarsalona, draft, 2025
I shall carry this thought throughout the day with hope for peace to settle in.
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This month, the Poetry Sisters, Tanita at{fiction, instead of lies}, Laura at Laura Purdie Salas, Tricia at The Miss Ruphius Effect, Sara at Read Write Believe, Mary Lee Hahn at Another Year of Reading, and Liz at Liz Garton Scanlon, invited writers to write a couple of couplets and make a raccontino. I am glad they explained the format that I have never tried before. A raccontino is a form that follows these rules: composed of couplets (any number) even-numbered lines that share the same end rhyme, the title and last words of the odd-numbered lines tell a story. I must admit that I struggled with this poetic format.
Silent Disease
Would I have known
What the future planned
When my heart was full of sorrow
And there were multiple demands?
Caregiver was the title given
But I could not withstand
The extent of sorrow
Nor could I understand.
There was a trip to take,
A birthday treat that was grand
To a place of ease
A beach filled with sand,
Summering during winter's end,
Yet you could not fully stand.
Life withered over our last days
Until what was left was in God's hands.
draft ©CVarsalona, 2025
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A Special Thank You To:
Jama Rattigan for lifting my heart and helping me navigate my reality with a special gift, Healing After Loss by Martha W. Hickman. This book inspires me to write about my journey with a touch of hope that summer will open my heart to joy. A new poetry friend, Shirley Thacker, shared a lovely poetry swap filled with poetic goodness. She sent me her book, Wind Beneath the Pines, that provides various types of poems which she wrote. This book is special because it comes from the heart. Shirley's husband urged her to "write the stories-the tales about life" and so she did. I am thrilled that Shirley shared her love of poetry with me in such a special way. You can read more about Shirley at Jone Rush MacCulloch's blog. Click here to read Jone's Interview with Shirley. I enjoyed Shirley's poems especially Grandchildren. Her six-word poems shared her wisdom. Courage each
Day, walking
Life's road
©Shirley Thacker
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I have lingered a long time trying to make sense of life while piecing the raccontino poem together. I gardened outside with the sun's warmth. Hope touched me, yet I still am unsure how to navigate reality. Healing after loss is a process. I am determined to continue this journey with stride. I thank family, friends, and the poetry community for their support.
Now I turn my attention to the Poetry Friday Roundup that is hosted this week by one of the Poetry Sisters, Tanita Davis. This week she penned two poems and provided her process. I look forward to reading the contributions of all those who are adding their poems to the Roundup but I go at a slow pace these days.
In ending, I decided to take Shirley Thacker's 6 word poem
Courage each
Day, walking
Life's road
and write Golden Shovel as inspiration to be present in life daily.
Finding courage
is not easy on each
summer day
perhaps walking
will provide life's
journey a new road
©CVarsalona, 2025
