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Saturday 1 November 2014

Poem: Speak in silence




buried in uncertainty
times of loss have made us question
when and if ever this road will flow more surely
as if a stream without water
as if veins without blood
this too will pass
a test 
                of how good a driver you are 
                in picking up pieces of your life
you're supposed to live through
decisions are hard to make
only when they matter
when shadows rise above our heads
we all change our faces
our bruises and wounds
are the colours that shine
through our smiles

25 comments:

  1. so much depends on right choice and decision to remove the blockade and shine through.. love the metaphors here Natasa...

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  2. each and every person has a different perspective of life and moves ahead accordingly.

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  3. Life goes on on any case, how depends on the choices we make

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  4. This too will pass, I try to take our challenges in a stride ~ Good one Natasa ~

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  5. You have expressed sorrow and loss and recovery so well in this poem that I am sure any reader could relate it to their own circumstance.

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  6. Picking up the pieces of one's life is not easy, and sometimes those bruises and wounds will last a while, but in time (hopefully) they will fade.

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  7. I like how you use nature to express both pain, present, and glints of hope, Nataša.
    "our bruises and wounds
    are the colours that shine
    through our smiles' - I love these lines.

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  8. and the challenges like the wind and waves just keep blowing, flowing, rolling in.. somehow most of us survive and gradually in moments even thrive. Beautiful poem.

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  9. "you're supposed to live through
    decisions are hard to make
    only when they matter
    when shadows rise above our heads
    we all change our faces
    our bruises and wounds
    are the colours that shine
    through our smiles" - these are amazing lines and convey so much. They paint a very accurate picture of life's difficult phases. But the best part of life is that nothing stays the same for long. "This too shall pass."

    Beautifully penned. :)

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  10. colours that shine through our smiles....beautiful lines.

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  11. I see it, as if looking in a mirror. As if at a party I want to attend, but cannt hear a word past the smiles.

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  12. Nothing like the bruising of experience to strengthen us...and our resolve to survive and thrive. Gorgeous, Nataša!

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  13. much of life is learning to live int he after of such loss...
    of finding the road again...and being willing to drive it
    once more....

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  14. I LOVE "our bruises and wounds are the colours that shine through our smiles". Perfection! Keep smiling, kiddo!

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  15. Oh yes our challenges prove to be the best teachers, have a nice Sunday, thanks for the stop over at my blog

    Much love...

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  16. "Time of loss" ...giving us lessons, help to get stronger, and I wonder about certainty ...we can be certain only about ourselves ~ a smile reflects this condition, helps to keep moving no matter what, even if 'our bruises and wounds' are seeing through...

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  17. Oh yes, we struggle and get better. But never forget the struggle.

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  18. A little confusing but when understood a wonderful piece.
    ZQ

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  19. Powerful words...
    a test
    of how good a driver you are
    in picking up pieces of your life
    you're supposed to live through

    those pieces, those bruises...so important these challenges/lessons!

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  20. amazing words, Natasa.
    a poignant poem for a difficult relationship.

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  21. Picking up the right piece of life is so hard...truly our life depends on the choices we make...

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  22. One has to be a good driver to get through life and its obstacle course.

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  23. I love this poem...thank you,

    Elizabeth

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  24. Debbie Gibson once sang: silence can speak a thousand words. Silence is a huge crowd sometimes. It's loud and painful all in one.

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  25. this poem is so truthful, yet hopeful. perhaps the outcome really depends on how well we make decisions, how informed we are.

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