Spirit is
in waiting,
striving toward the other side of
that coming moment.
You eat air that does not yet exist,
a backward vomit of sorts,
stirring up the acids stress magically infuses
into knots that eat your stomach
right before you meet him to tell him
good-bye.
Spirit tramples his face.
You pull your eyes
away from his grief
to regenerate resolve,
then move in
then move out
of a hollow yearning hug.
Refusing to look back,
you walk into your spirit’s remains,
as the frayed knotted mesh
that connected you together
disintegrates
irrevocably changing
everything tomorrow holds,
leaving a red thread
between you—
a tenuous but endless connection.
Brenda Warren 2012
NaPoWriMo 19
Process notes:
My daughter broke up with her boyfriend this evening. I knew it was happening, and wrote this to work through it myself. LoL She handled it with maturity. Her grace and poise in difficult situations astound me.
This was intended to be a response to the We Write Poems prompt to “define what spirit means.” My endless thread took its own route.
| “An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break.” – Chinese Proverb |
undercaws 
It’s kind of hard to know that your child has suffered heartbreak, may suffer again. I like “You eat air that does not yet exist,
a backward vomit of sorts,”
Like you I’m fortunate to have a teenage son who seems to possess tons of maturity. Brenda, we both wear a mother’s heart.
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The last stanza is perfect, Brenda. Aren’t we, even after disconnected, still connected? Nice write, my friend.
Pamela
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Spirits… I don’t normally watch the show that tries to track or debunk the paranormal, but there I was last night watching a few episodes. Your line about the ‘eating the air that does not exists’ fits right in with those haunted spirits. Glad that your daughter has a level head in the reality of her situation.
My spirit verse can be found here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/04/reign-of-uncertainty.html
… a slightly different take 🙂
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The last stanza speaks volumes to me … wish I had heeded such wisdom when my fiance married someone else without telling me … it changed the course of my life and haunted me for WAY TOO LONG … If I could have a “do over” — I would change the amount of time I was tangled up in the aftermath.
Wishing your daughter more happiness ahead!!!
Day 19 ~~ Treasured Cache
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“Spirit is
in waiting,
striving toward the other side of
that coming moment”
Fits so many situations, I think. Some things are hard to get through, but we just have to wait and strive and find where the next moment leads. Glad to hear your daughter handled the break-up with maturity. These things are so hard.
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Yes they are hard. She continually amazes me with her maturity and good sense. I was a wild child. I’m blessed to have a daughter who generally thinks things through before acting.
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“You eat air that does not yet exist” is an awesome line. And that Chinese proverb is beautiful. Your poem puts me in mind of a break-up my daughter had, with a young man she dated for 4 years. I cried for half an hour and she was out with someone new. I guess it was time for her. I was the one who wasn’t ready! 🙂
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Thank you, Marianne. I’m so glad you picked that line as a favorite. It’s one I like, too.
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