BTT# 75: Let Go

Let Go

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You held me tightly

In the morning

As breezes

Lifted from a

Quiet sea.

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I counted out

The reasons that

Circled round

And held us there

Entwined upon the sand.

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I felt them

Wrap around me.

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                    The memory

                                        Of your skin.

                                                            The promises

                                                                                I made

                                                            And tried to keep.

                                        The gaze of

                    All the world

Weighing out the measures

Of the fix we’re in.

                    The solace of the children

                                        Who now inveigh

                                                            They must no longer

                                                                                Know me at all

                                                            Or know me all too deep.

                                        And the slow pull

                    Of the Eternities

Singing out forever

The other side

                    Of all the gold or tin

                                        Beyond the reach of sleep.

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But now

They just squeeze and

Curl around me,

Where once they seemed

To fill in every

Dark and desperate space.

Now they press against

My breathings I

Cannot utter

If I was lost or saved,

For I am no                                                                                                                                           

No longer there,

My heart having                                                                                                              

Fallen out                                                                                                     

Between the tendrils                                                                                 

Like a stone                                                                                                                      

Rolling in the sand                                                                  

Until that white                                                                       

.;.;.;.;.;.;Bird gently.:.:.:.:.:.:

,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’Lifted it up.^,^.^.^.^.^

,,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,And out and ‘;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’              

,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,’,,’Over into the sun,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,

;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’Up again.,.,.,;,’,;,.;.;’.;,.,;.’.;,..;;’;;.,.,

,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,Sinking and rising,;,.,;,.,;,.,;,.,;,.,;,.,;,;,.,;,.,;.’.;,.,

,.,;,.,;,’,;,.,;,’,;,..;,’,;,.,;,’.;,.,;.’,;,..;,’Rising and sinking’;;,.,;.’;;,.,;.’.;,.,;.’;;,.,;.’;;,.,;.   

,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;Across,;,;,;,;,;,;,the,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;,;waves

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  • Lona Gynt, January 2020. All Rights Reserved for text and photos by Lona Gynt

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Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar (MTB) hosted by Peter Frankis who asks us to consider Endings and beginnings and endings and beginings.

Here is the sister poem: https://lonagynt.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/btt-35-dont-let-go/

34 thoughts on “BTT# 75: Let Go

  1. This is lovely, like the waves rolling, tides ebbing and flowing, and so very poignant. The gold and tin reference is memorable and ‘the slow pull of the Eternities.’ I really felt this one. Whoever knows ‘what’ we are? We have problems knowing the answer ourselves.
    PS thanks for sending the link to the article in your last comment. I read it and couldn’t find your comment again to reply.

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      1. Thank you Jane, Actually I was not clear, I had a nice restful and joyful night, emotional and full, so awakened heart brimming, so when I said “after the night I had” it was not a problem πŸ™‚ but still your reading moved me, what are we, is a good question, I guess that is one of the beautiful things we are, questioners? But yes I am having a nice, but very busy morning. Cold a clear, even for Alabama. I hope your day over there on those five acres is shaping up nicely.

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      2. I always assume other people have the same kind of disastrous nights that I have! Glad you don’t πŸ™‚
        The day is uniformly grey, dull and damp. The wood for the stove is about to run out and there’s nobody here until this evening to cut some more. The hot water boiler has broken down and I’m feeling pretty un-Christmassy. The birds are busy though πŸ™‚

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    1. Excellent response to Peter’s wonderful prompt Lona β€” so powerful. Loved the concrete shape. Created strong movement. Hope you have a great holiday season, and look forward to reading more of your work in 2021.

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      1. Thank you Rob, I am sorry I messed your comment utnil now, so I apologize for the delay, I noticed after reading your wonderful poem for Peter’s prompt. I hope your holidays have been safe and happy with your Kathy. I am glad you felt the movement in my attempt to bring a shape piece to this, and to call it a concrete shape is interesting, the movement I wanted to show is in a way embedded in a constraint of movement itself, in the waves. I hope it worked thanks! πŸ™‚

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  2. All of what Jane said! This is so lovely–the feel of that release–letting go, and then the heart lifted up, gently and tenderly. The ebb and flow of the waves evokes a mesmerizing and timeless image to me. Lovely poem.

    (Your tags made me laugh. A pointed message. I could see them becoming a poem.)

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    1. Oh Merril, thank you! it feels so like a miracle that was never suppposed to have happened to have one’s heart lifted, and then it feels like that is zactly what was supposed to happen. It makes me smile when people notice my tags. A part of me never wants to comment on my poems too much, because you don’t want to detract from the universality for the readers, but my fingers don’t stop themselves when from free associating on the tags, a little subconscious commentary pokes through, some veiled backstory or resonance. I am glad you noticed those πŸ˜‰

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  3. Marvellous stuff Lona – just when I thought yeah I know where this is going – I scroll further and there’s the waves and the arms holding; get comfortable again – and there’s the spectacular last 8 lines – moving beyond words. Thank you for this fine write.

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  4. I love the verses, format and end of just flying over the waves. Gives me the high rush of emotions after reading it.

    Thanks for being part of our poetry community. Wishing you Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!!

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  5. I enjoyed the format here, the way the memory and words literally wrap around us! Poetry should move us and I did feel that movement here, like waves “And the slow pull Of the Eternities, Singing out forever,” visceral lines! Merry Christmas and cheers to more poems in 2021 🍷

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