It’s where your soul goes
A concrete box upriver
The jailer is a spring day
Filled with dark skies and raindrops
It’s where your soul goes
A driftwood raft in the ocean
It’s occupant a summer afternoon
Passively waiting for rescue, relief
It’s where your soul goes
An oak barrel in the Falls
Filled with a foolish, frantic autumn dawn
Accepting anger wanting to rush headfirst and SMASH
It’s where your soul goes
A white house downriver
The owner is a winter night
Winds whipping, lashing, tearing
It’s where your soul goes
When the silver scalpel rips open your body
And takes the life filled with hopeful anticipation.
This poem was written for Devereaux’s Tuesday Writing prompt challenge at the Go Dog Go Cafe to use the phrase “Where the soul goes” in a poem. I was also able to incorporate Patrick’s Pic and a Word Weekly Challenge #177 – Upriver as well as Hélène’s beautiful “What do you see?” Picture prompt. The key to this poem was literally the key in Hélène’s photo! I’ve also included some links in the poem about the phrases I used in case you aren’t familiar with “up (the) river, over the Falls or down (the) river.”
Monday, March 4 was the birthday of my twins, Lucas and Larissa, who would have been 13 years old if they had lived. It doesn’t get easier. This poem is dedicated to them.
©️ iido 2019
Lovely tribute to your twins, love the beat and weather aspects … sounds like they are together!
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I hope so! Thank you! ❤️
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why not … ❤
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I’m a bit of a softy, so my soul is a piece of driftwood getting rescued…
“It’s where your soul goes
A driftwood raft in the ocean
It’s occupant a summer afternoon
Passively waiting for rescue, relief”
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I feel the same way ….it’s nice to just drift away sometimes….
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Lovely tribute to the memory of your sons. Thank you for sharing your soul with us on this day.
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Thank you, Hélène! There is healing in the sharing. 💕
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I can’t imagine where my soul would go at such loss. Such a beautiful tribute tribute to Lucas and Larissa.
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Thank you, Heather. I appreciate your comment. ❤️
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It is not often that a post moves me so much I feel tears on my cheeks. I cant pretend to understand every line in this poem, or the multitude of heartbreaks you must feel, but the total effect of this writing… I felt a taste of the pain. The last verse… I am sending you hugs across the ocean to wherever you are. ❤️❤️💛💛
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Thank you so much for this. This time of year is always difficult but my heart is strengthened by your words. ❤️❤️
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My thoughts are still with you, your words lit a candle in my heart 🌸🌸
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💐💕
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Oh, Irma! Such a beautiful tribute to your twins. I guess our souls do need rescuing from time to time and your lovely verse with its timelessness does just that. Hugs my dear. ❤️
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Thank you, Punam! The sun has finally appeared and has rescued me from this difficult period. Writing has always helped. And reading others’ writings too! ❤️❤️
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The sun has appeared here too! Writing and reading do help in healing. Take care. ❤️❤️
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sad soulful words for lives gone too soon, but ones that still have meaning as long as you speak their names. each stanza tells me the accumulating frustrations of watching the seasons pass and time cruelly counting on as if nothing matters, that our heart’s content is so heavy yet we are strong and carry it against whatever conspires to tear it apart. your use of metaphors is brilliant, i kept thinking of salmon swimming upstream and falling down Niagara Falls as close to peril as I possibly can to take this hurt away. my arms want to hold your heart, so proud of your writing strength. i love their names!
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Hello, Gina! A late reply, apologies – this time of year is difficult and busy (probably on purpose) but now coming out and enjoying the sun that has started to peak around the clouds. Thank you for writing this. Writing has been so healing for me and has helped with finding meaning. I really appreciate your support and validation, dear friend! ❤️❤️
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you are a busy mum and so many other delightful things, the replies are appreciated whenever they come, thinking of you always
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❤️❤️💐
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Oh! Sorry to hear about your twins. Strong poem. Sometimes the soul must go for a while.
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Thank you. Yes, then it will return….💕
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Hugs my friend!
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❤️❤️
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Your poetry grows with every posting. You keep writing new favourites, which this moving ode to your boys has now become.
Thank you for sharing your healing grief.
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Oh dear, I meant to write twins.
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Thank you, Patrick! Writing has been a big part of my healing process. ❤️
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