Poems, poems, poems, or:

EPIGRAPH:

In the end, we’ll all become stories.

Margaret Atwood (b. 1939)

my every verse my every line my every 
word: death is only the beginning of countless 
stories; life, reality's only 

limitation, albeit a foggy one, but 
death, a veritable wellspring of stories to tell around the table 
impart to our children to fool ourselves 

into believing; the perfect beginning to everything, both for 
and to everything; and I suffer simply
simply because I simply cannot 

accept the beginning of endless possibility, 
because I contribute with my every verse my 
every line my every word: I write poems poems poems

poems poems poems poems poems poems
poems poems poems poems poems without ink 
because the blood is dry

d’Verse Poetics prompt

“From a place of pain”

At d’Verse, we were prompted to write poems that originate ‘from a place of pain and/or suffering,’ examining how they can transform us in some way for the better. These moments give depth, resonance and authenticity to our art.

This challenge should be a kind of therapeutic exercise. It is not intended to open any old wounds that are too painful to approach. Let’s always keep in mind Wordsworth’s definition of poetry as ’emotion recollected in tranquility.’ Rather, if you are able to, you should revisit a time in your life when you have felt pain (emotional or physical, acute or chronic) and come out on the other side stronger.

Let’s examine the personal and artistic growth which can be achieved by finding the silver lining behind the cloud of suffering.

62 thoughts on “Poems, poems, poems, or:”

  1. A beautiful, touching poem, David. Wonderful imagery of sharing family stories around the table. 🙂

    A few years after my husband died, I sent a memento to each one of the nieces and the nephew, all born after his death. Two of them bear his name. I enclosed a letter telling a little bit about the uncle they would never know and the origin and significance of the gift. I think it is important to share the stories of those who have gone on before with the younger generations. ❤

  2. I love that concept- “We are nothing but stories” (excuse my paraphrasing).
    I expressed recently to a dear friend of mine how much I enjoyed hearing his “stories”- memories of his father, tidbits from his childhood, etc. He seemed so very, very surprised that those type of things would hold any type of interest for me. But… he came from a background where history was shared, not shrouded in secrecy. Perspective is such a funny thing.
    And… off on a tangent I went. Again.
    ~ Tina

    1. There’s nothing wrong with death for the dead… but for the living, it’s harder to live with, I’d say, when it comes to the deaths of loved ones.


      David

  3. I so love this! People, often ask me when I am going to write a book. I tell them i am writing it now. I may not be around to publish it, but it is being read. Our lives are being read. And perhaps some day, our written words too.

    1. often ask me when I am going to write a book.

      Mary – I get that question all the time too! And I have seriously thought about it… but I like your answer – that’s perfect 🙂


      David

  4. I certainly hope so! I daydream about my blog being read and studied like The diary of Anne Frank…I imagine that she journaled for some of the same reasons that I do, such as recall, just venting and trying to understand what happened!

    1. Vickie,

      I daydream about my blog being read and studied like The diary of Anne Frank…

      That would awesome, in theory… but obviously it was the circumstances of her life that resulted in her unfortunate fame 😦

      I wouldn’t wish such horrors on anyone.

      -David

      1. 💙 blew me mind 🤣.. dropped it on all my social media. Some things the world needs to see and read.even if it’s just my little piece of the world. Thanks for sharing your gift sir. It’s appreciated.

  5. Write for the now, for what matters now. It’s so sad, the philosophy (or what passes for philosophy) of making death the culmination of existence, the preparation for it the only reason for living!

  6. I love how your poem forms a chant, and I am swept up in the rhythm of the wisdom you found through the pain. Excellent quote, too. Huge fan of Atwood and your writing as well, David.

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