Monday, October 1, 2012

Poetry: Recall

This year has been for me what Queen Elizabeth would call "an annus horribilis" - yet, with all the pain and fear, the sorrow and loss, I remember most the tenderness of family in times of trouble. The quiet, reassuring words of friends. The thankfulness that comes with being able to sit up and type again, or laugh after crying.

Sometimes, a writer simply must write. It is with that in mind, then, I wish you all a happy October, a wonderful autumn and choose to institute a tradition in my blog that I used to do regularly in my long-hand journal: the Poem of the Month. Every month, I'll either write an original poem or post one of my old ones. I hope that if you read, you enjoy.

Without further ado, October's poem:

Recall
-Kristie Kiessling
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What drives a heart to remember
what's gone can so eas'ly enthral
when all in each waking thought that you want
is not to remember at all? 

Why do I cling to the mem'ries
Can it be that I want to return
to all the pain and the trouble it caused
despite all the lessons I've learned?

Impossible to relinquish
my life, my family all
the joy I've come to know since I forgot
the things I don't want to recall.

2 comments:

  1. An excellent beginning to your new digital tradition! Reminds me of K&M. And the passage of the annus horribilis, I have discovered, provides us with amazing (though difficult) experiences that help us grow in ways we could not otherwise have done. I wish I could remember that when I'm in the middle of horribilis.

    "I never said it would be easy, only that it would be worth it."

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  2. Thank you! I hope to reconnect with my writing roots this way. Poetry was the first creative writing I ever engaged in, and I think it is a stretching of the soul.

    As for the rest, I'm reminded of the Book of James: "Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing."

    Trial is the Refiner's fire, getting rid of the dross in my life.

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