fencing
no man is an island,
though we try
to stand
on our own
fighting demons
with swords of wit and sarcasm,
we are always bumping into
different versions
of ourselves
and
tripping over the heart
that gets left on
the floor,
broken.
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November 22nd, 2011 at 9:22 am
The poem is ringing so true to me this morning…and you could not have found a better image. Heart warming!
November 22nd, 2011 at 9:26 am
we do try and we do trip over the broken heart. perfect photo, and more than perfect thoughts.
November 22nd, 2011 at 10:11 am
Even the non-klutzy of us are prone to that sort of misstep.
November 22nd, 2011 at 10:36 am
can i just say i love what daryl said…i’m very graceful, but sheesh, i have been known to trip all over myself and my heart….maybe i should stop wearing it on my sleeve….xo
November 22nd, 2011 at 12:13 pm
Lovely poem and image.
November 22nd, 2011 at 3:16 pm
loved the wise words… your pic so fitting
November 22nd, 2011 at 3:27 pm
Excellent closing lines…very very profound…
November 22nd, 2011 at 3:37 pm
Even when we aren’t broken, we some how find a way to convince ourselves of our flaws. Tripping, messing up, so no good can last…at least within the secret rooms of our minds…thought this wonderful and quite thought provoking…
November 22nd, 2011 at 3:50 pm
The center section of the poem is my favorite:
“fighting demons with swords of wit and sarcasm, we are always bumping into different versions of ourselves”
But the whole thing is awesome … and so true.
November 22nd, 2011 at 3:57 pm
“bumping into different versions of ourselves” wow, I love that line, I so get that!!!! Nice penning here!
Kellie
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/11/22/hard-cider/
November 22nd, 2011 at 3:59 pm
so true..oh i had a hard time to learn that i cannot stand on my own…and found me lying broken on that floor quite often..
November 22nd, 2011 at 4:16 pm
This is beautiful. I love the shape!
November 22nd, 2011 at 4:37 pm
yes i have tried to be that island and it def does not work very well at all…tripping of the hearts on the floor broken…nice line…smiles.
November 22nd, 2011 at 4:43 pm
Yes, it’s okay to be witty or sarcastic in fun but, if it’s out of spite then it hurts and leaves us feeling bruised on the inside as well as in mind.
Powerful in its truth.
November 22nd, 2011 at 5:01 pm
Oh, that poor little heart on the floor. I want to pick it up. Maybe it’s even mine. 🙂
Another beautiful poem, Kelly. I always love your word scenes.
xo
November 22nd, 2011 at 5:25 pm
So very true and I think it is true even when the heart is not broken–we try to fend for ourselves in this world using ugly words, hurting words.
November 22nd, 2011 at 5:33 pm
Really nice piece and very truly spoken. Thank you for sharing
November 22nd, 2011 at 5:34 pm
This is a strong poem expressed in minimal words. I like that. It makes each word more concentrated, the meaning more powerful. Great poem!
November 22nd, 2011 at 6:08 pm
Love this and the imagery it creates. Weaving magic with your words, what a gift.
November 22nd, 2011 at 6:43 pm
I always did wonder…if man was an, or on an island, or what have you, why the bloody hell did he never build himself a boat?
Still, you are right. We try so hard to stand up on our own, to be wholly independent, but that fact is, we can’t isolate ourselves entirely. To some degree, we’ll always need other people – be they friends, family, what have you. But it’s a lesson often learned the hard way…
November 22nd, 2011 at 6:56 pm
Lovely poem with those disconcerting images that I suspect will stick with me long after I log off– different versions of myself and that lonely heart on the floor.
November 22nd, 2011 at 7:11 pm
Love this, “fighting demons
with swords of wit and sarcasm”. You should see the size of my sarcasm blade!
November 22nd, 2011 at 7:28 pm
All of his adult life, my husband thought he was an island. His illness has taught him so much.
This is beautiful ~
November 22nd, 2011 at 7:53 pm
Love this!
November 22nd, 2011 at 7:54 pm
Wise and true.
November 22nd, 2011 at 8:16 pm
No man is an island but what about a cat? They sure think that..haha
Think we’ve all found that appendage on the floor more than once and kicked it around before it was found. Most times many can stand alone, but we always need somewhere there to catch us.
November 22nd, 2011 at 9:15 pm
words of wisdom.
I like the lines:
we are always bumping into
different versions
of ourselves
good job.
November 22nd, 2011 at 11:13 pm
So profound and beautiful ….
hope you and yours have have a wonderful T-day!
November 23rd, 2011 at 12:26 am
“we are always bumping into
different versions
of ourselve”
How true.. I agree and relate with this so much..
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-sighs.html
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November 23rd, 2011 at 12:46 am
thought provoking indeed..i have many sides to myself as well yet im my own island
November 23rd, 2011 at 2:32 am
different versions of ourselves – that truth stings.
November 23rd, 2011 at 2:38 am
We all are at some level.. beautiful words and lovely image…
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-sighs.html
At Twitter @VerseEveryDay
November 23rd, 2011 at 4:02 am
I love the tapering shapes made by these simply perfect words.
It is so true! We are only ever bumping into other versions of our self, tripping up over the heart that breaks in that illusion that we are somehow divided and alone.
It’s funny but as kids we seem to have this integral understanding that we are connected, that we are a part of oneanother’s souls. Then we slowly begin the painful process of individuation. Finally we again realise that we are continually transitioning into aspects of one another. And there lies relatedness and true compassionate connection.
Fantastic poem!
November 23rd, 2011 at 9:32 am
Beautifully penned!
November 23rd, 2011 at 4:12 pm
ah yes, words of wit and sarcasm can be my number one defense..so glad I’ve learned to come off that island. I really, really enjoyed this read 🙂
November 23rd, 2011 at 4:39 pm
So beautifully written. So true. Especially the parts about bumping into different versions of ourselves. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!