The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is: write about three things you hate and tear them down, and/or three things you love and celebrate them.
The ones I hate, the ones I hold
Oh, how I hate the greedy ones
those who hunger for a killing,
hoarding the world’s warm layers,
stuffing them into a thousand silent rooms
because they can.
I hate the icy ones
those who let cold water drip
onto the tender heart,
until it shrinks,
starved and shivering
in their winter.
I hate the ones who ignore,
who let you drift like a ghost
through empty corridors of nothingness,
unseen, disconnected,
lost in the mist of disregard.
But I love the generous souls,
those who share their last crumbs of comfort.
Where laughter lingers in the kitchen,
hands pass the potatoes,
leaning close, raining stories,
whispering care.
I love the warm-hearted
those who gather hugs like sunlight,
who unroll love from the sky
like long forgotten promises,
who reach out gentle hands
from the quiet.
I love those who make you feel seen,
who murmur kindness into the world,
who breathe hope into the air,
connecting with their small light,
gifting you a smile
that unrolls from the sky
like a promise remembered.
Marja, I think this is absolutely magnificent! I can feel the emotions intensely, and I think your choices are unarguable.
ReplyDeleteI smiled when/where you started the generous soul, generous to the last crumb. Literally I am this person, have shared half my last bite of homade cookies. I felt the ones not likeable doesn't have many friends. p.s. did you miss me? I've been hospitalized and then sent to therapy, missing almost a month. I spent my 92nd birthday in a therapy ward. But I had visitors there who I appreciated.
ReplyDeleteAww Jim that's not good Hope you are all better now. You made me smile about the cookie crumbs
DeleteGreat write Marja 👏
ReplyDeletelittle desires & things in life stitched together into a touchy poem - loved it all and hated none of it
ReplyDeleteI love the contrasts you have explored in this wonderful poem - and being ignored is certainly painful although there are always kind souls who see you - Jae
ReplyDelete“I love the warm-hearted, those who gather hugs like sunlight.” My kind of people and I hope that I am one of them.
ReplyDeleteAdding this poem to the things I love, esp your closing stanza
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is stunning .. in its complexity, in its simplicity. I inhaled each and every line. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWell done again. Hitting the mark.
ReplyDeleteHi Marja - definitely hit the mark ... I love the whole, but especially the sentence from which so many thoughts flow ... "who breathe hope into the air,
ReplyDeleteconnecting with their small light" - well done ... being positive at this time of life is so important - cheers Hilary
De contrasten van het gedicht zijn zo mooi. Van een blok ijs, naar een warmte die je kunt voelen.
ReplyDelete'Those who share their last crumbs of comfort.' Dat was mijn oma. Zij was de liefste vrouw die ik ooit heb gekend. Ze is ruim dertig jaar geleden overleden, maar er gaat geen week voorbij dat ik niet aan haar denk. Dat was je iemand, hè?
'Who murmur kindness into the world,' Laten we daar proberen bij te horen. Omdat het kan ♥
Absolutely wonderful writing, ❤️ 😊 Marja.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem. A beautiful expression of love.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful!
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I really loved:
ReplyDelete"I love the warm-hearted
those who gather hugs like sunlight,
who unroll love from the sky
like long forgotten promises,
who reach out gentle hands
from the quiet."
Beautiful writing, Marja!