Somewhere
in the dark,
the archive
of all that we denied
and feared
and let go
is slipping out of its old oilskin wrap.
Can you hear it too?
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Somewhere
in the dark,
the archive
of all that we denied
and feared
and let go
is slipping out of its old oilskin wrap.
Can you hear it too?
Poetweet: Exactly 140 characters long including spaces and punctuation.
THOUGHT PURGE 
I came here quite by accident.
Golly, I didn’t expect a poem of this calibre and depth.
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So it’s only an archive of undealt with stuff? Thought I heard voices in my head for heaven’s sake.
I posted a comment earlier but it seemed to have disappeared,
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Hi, I looked for your earlier comment but it wasn’t in the spam folder either. Thanks so much for trying again.
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Oh, that happens…I agree the ending is scary.
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A really scary finish!
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Thanks Rosemary 🙂
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Oh, yikes! That happened to me and I havent stopped crying yet. Smiles.
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O-oh…wish you more smiles Sherry. Thank you.
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What one has endeavored to keep as a secret will eventually be known. More so when there is a negative undertone related to it that one needs to hide! Cleverly written Thot!
Hank
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Thanks Hank
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What a perfectly shivery feeling you’ve captured!
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Thank you Rommy.
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Hmmmm. Wait, I think I can hear it!
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Somethings can never be locked away forever, we can only be ready to face whatever it may be when it comes.
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True.. Some things can’t ….Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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OH I read hope in this…all the longings and fears and letting go can only be born so long before there is a break and then it all can go good or bad. I think good as I can really finally release the darkness and make way for the light and new. But that release can be most painful…wishing you more light and love as the oilskin slips further away!
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Life doesn’t seem to harbor any long-term secrets, I’ve concluded. In the end, they seem to find their way out, to the light, as seeds do in the soil… though the right conditions may be decades from now… And when they finally make it there, flowers do bloom. With surprising variety and grace. But we can’t imagine what could possibly bloom, while we keep those seeds wrapped tightly in our darkness… I really enjoyed the tension of this piece, which for me is built into what isn’t spoken– what we understand and I think share as human beings– which is the inevitability of Life’s unearthing processes…
Peace
Michael
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Thank you Michael…but we carry the burden of what isn’t spoken …and sometimes we don’t know how to bear it with grace. The flowers could teach us that…
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That is the roar of the forgotten, slipping out of the tepid larynx, gushing out in open air.
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You listen with your heart my friend… Thank you.
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It’s hard to live with holes in that old oilskin…
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Agree…even better if no archive and no oilskin existed …!!
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You know, this is scarily like my life right now, but very well put! 🙂
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Wishing you good things Radhika.. Thanks so much for stopping by.
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Thank you!! 🙂
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