The Lifespan of Butterflies: "Redemption" by Marce Weibel

Thursday, September 23, 2010

"Redemption" by Marce Weibel

    Sorrow floods my heart,
                 Depositing a guilty silt of discord.
           I’ve done it to myself again.
                 Letting you bait my hook.

          You wiggle about on our pole of intimacy
                 And all parts in between.
          Either hiding or pretending.

          No one has the power to hurt me more deeply,
                  Than I do myself.
         Why am I casting out this line of hope?
                  Knowing in my heart its not to be.

          Reeling within, a flickering awareness ignites.
                   In order to stop the hurting,
          I have to get out of love with you.

                                   I SNAP THE POLE!
                                                                                     Marce 2/10

1 comment:

CAGBSeptember 24, 2010 at 5:48 AM
The idea of a pole of intimacy as something that flexes, but is breakable, is really apt. And tense feeling. Thank you Marce!
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The Lifespan of Butterflies Project

I designed this blog as a space for publishing my writing and the writing of others. Look back at the previous posts and authors and you'll see that happened, at some point. I met some amazing friends and travelers through this space. Reconnected with old friends. Felt affirmed that we all carry secret pains and joys like bookmatched bits of wood.

Now, I'm mostly tooling around here by my lonesome, and that's ok. Something here has changed too, as something has changed in me. Not that I'm sure what that is. But I can sense a shifting inside my chest and the rattling of bones is making new open spaces.

So, now here are my musings. Sometimes the universe just says "No, now do it this way."

Imago Project.

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. It is also the month of my sweet Sophie's birthday. At full term, Sophie was stillborn on Halloween of 2005. Leading up to what would be my first daughter's birthday, and in commemoration of all sleeping babies, I will be challenging myself. For each day of October, I will write and post a poem or piece of prose. Hopefully, this process will both get me through the month and inspire and encourage other poets to join in.

This isn't just for parents who've experienced loss, but for anyone is finds themself in a poetic season.

Express freely, and love easily. As always, thank you.