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Silver Linings


Silver Linings



One good day , One Bad day
Arthritic steps
slowly crunching on  

Best time for silver linings
Is when you are blindfolded
Trace them through your heart
Holding its shattered pieces in place

The hand which holds your hair
When you are unloading your stomach out
And which holds your hand
When you are unloading your heart out.

The voice which might be on a virtual screen
Million miles away
An emoji in the end
 which wipes that tear away.

One good day , One bad day
A spring in my step
Steadily marching on.

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  1. Yin and Yang. Never lean to only the bad times. The good times are there too. Luv this sermon of faith and hope

    much love...

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  2. love this, the swaying rhythm of the lines

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  3. Not easy to make it well with a single smiley... but we have to try.

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  4. I so know that "steadily marching on".........I love the spirit in this poem.

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    1. Thank you :D That spirit is what this blog is all about!

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  5. Best time for silver linings
    Is when you are blindfolded
    Trace them through your heart
    Holding its shattered pieces in place

    this is a wonderfully immaculate stanza - the idea of being blindfolded and having to feel/trace silver linings through the heart is particular - extremely powerful - because it speaks of learning to know hope, faith without the "seeing is believing aspect" - which truly is so difficult to do - to learn - to be - especially when facing a crisis - and knowing, yes, sometimes it does help to have support - but essentially, it is truly about self-support and suspension of disbelief that will enable one to long term get through it all

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    1. Thanks for that brilliant dissection. Now I feel like a real poet :P

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  6. One good day , One bad day
    A spring in my step
    Steadily marching on.

    Spring may not be all that friendly at certain times, but life must go on!

    Hank

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    1. A spring , a thud , a whoosh! Just take what you can give and roll with it I say :D

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  7. A lovely poem, you speak of the pain, the hand, the voice, and yet you continue on.

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  8. That hand, that voice--Yes--put spring into the arthritic step. Beautiful.

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  9. I love the spirit to move on in spite of everything...There's always an emoji at each bend.

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  10. enjoyed this immensely it left me with a positive smile

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  11. I especially like the hand to hold when one is emptying one's heart. Enjoyed this even more the second time, Samyuktha.

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    1. Wow. Second time read! I feel like I'm in the big leagues now :D

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  12. grateful for the hand and voice and emoji is what I derive as the emotion of this poem. Steadily marching on..

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  13. The secret is in the "steadily marching on"! Good write.

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  14. 'Best time for silver linings
    Is when you are blindfolded'

    Love those words. Wonderful poem!

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  15. Your line, "Arthritic steps slowly crunching on" spoke to me I have such bad knees! Lol! The best thing about happiness is that it always returns.

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