By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
The well has run dry –
or so it seems.
Life has been wordless
in this season.
There is something churning within
which stalls the poetry.
Whatever it is feels
essential and mysterious.
What I do know is that
I have no patience for simple
right now.
I cannot bear
any glossing over,
or easy finishes.
The necessary dredging
and stages must happen.
I seem to be germinating,
and it isn’t a comfortable process.
What is on the other side
of this hushed season?
It is hard to allow for change –
I don’t much like it.
I like my usual grooves
which are predictable
and comfortable.
But I don’t get anywhere new
when I am in them.
I don’t live free.
Perhaps this is what
it feels like
to be tight in the shell,
or trapped under hardened ground,
heavy in its lack of nourishment.
I long to transcend to
a new place –
a place where I have the freedom
to be me,
to speak the words
which bring the light with them.
Realizing what is true
and where wisdom resides,
I begin to see that
I am but a tiny green shoot
about to burst through.
It may feel a challenge
at the start,
but there is the promise
of a stunning bloom.
I hold onto that
and am reassured.
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I feel it! I often find when I am in the most challenging emotional times, I don’t really have inspiration for poetry. It seems that only after it passes am I able to express what I had gone through. I like the metaphor of the sprout. There are times of renewal or rebirth that are difficult to go through, and there often isn’t much we can express of meaning when in that state. We just have to finish the process and become our new self.
Loved it❤
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That’s a nice one Cynthia!
Another Great one Cynthia. I love your imagery
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Laughter needs no explanations
Thank you!
It’s letting us know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Keep Hope Alive. Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem. Be encouraged.
This resonates with me too, thank you for sharing it.
Beautiful poem.
This is the perfect Spring poem!
Perhaps my new-found gardening effort inspired me… 🙂
No doubt!
Thank you for sharing your poem about being stuck. I think we all suffer from this at times.
We sure do! For me a wordless season feels like constipation….🤪
Very beautiful, I love the transition of hope near the end. I also can resonate with the first few lines of this piece.
Thank you! I find when I write, I usually veer toward reassurance at the end, kind of how the great church hymns always end musically on a positive major chord.