(Editors note: In honor of National Suicide Prevention Week, the poems we feature this week are meant to contribute to raising awareness toward this cause. All are welcome to participate)
We are so often shamed when bone
touches a well of grief or thoughts spin dark and deep...
Sometimes, it may feel
we must always be positive or joyful. People frequently pass us a platitude and
we try to smile and pretend when all we truly need is to have our heart held in
their hand. I think it is sacred to hear the sound of whale moans and to feel
into our blanket of midnight waves. It isn’t easy either, especially when the
sky is heavy and thoughts linger in an abyss. Nevertheless, I believe, even in
our darkest days, the blackest most precious pearls lead us to emotional
integrity. Therefore, I wrote this poem to honor that place within you and me.
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Artwork by Amanda Cass |
Even Whales Moan
by Carolyn Riker
Stripped to fluted bone
of blue-gray whale
my heart’s pulse
wrapped in a rusty ribcage
I hold a quiet reverie,
my eyelashes ache
it hears my alone;
soft breath fills
to silent-loud storms
I shudder without shame
Such tender-raw heaviness
is knowing
life isn’t always
a perfectly poised paradigm
for my shadows sometimes seek
a faraway shawl of unearthing
I walk along barren shores
to let heart-mind weep
the erosion of my
deeper soul’s longing.
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Artwork by Amanda Cass |

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good work
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Mandy! ~ Carolyn
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