Saturday, 22 August 2015

I Still Live


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I live, remember

How you moved

In me

How you lived

On me

How I rocked you

To slumber

Now

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I used the first archived challenge: Words Count with Mama Zen "Power Image" (in twenty five words or less)

 

Posted for Margaret’s Play it Again, Toads! @ RealToads
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Sharing it with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

35 comments:

  1. So awfully sad. To be outlived, left is a terrible destiny.

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    1. I am thankful every day that I still have all my children. I keep hoping, of course, that every one of them will outlive me.

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  3. Very emotional write. Just the right words used to stir in the sadness of your heart dear Sumana

    Much love...

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  4. That's just tough.. hope the writing and sharing helps ease it just that little bit.

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  5. That's really tough.. hope the writing and the sharing helps ease it just a little bit. More strength to you.

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  6. That's really tough.. hope the writing and the sharing helps ease it just a little bit. More strength to you.

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  7. Such heartfelt lines. Wishing you peace Sumana..

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  8. Love hurts so much when you lose someone especially a child.

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  9. This is not the way it SHOULD be, Sumana; but I know that you continue to honor her life with yours.

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  10. It is hard to even consider outliving a child. I know this is painful for you. Def feel the sadness even at the thought of it.

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  11. so sad. really hard to live with it. :(

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  12. extremely powerful poem - if I many be so bold - I often use cascading words as well - this poem is so powerful I think that it detracts... yet of course it is your vision ... each word holds so very much meaning ...

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  13. I like the progression from I live to outliving ~ Very touching words ~

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  14. In 21 moving words you have written a novel.

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  15. Take your time, dear Sumana... Thinking of you....

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  16. Very effectively emotive....the way you have 'outliving' going down the page, as it goes on and on mirrors the way the outliving continues on and on and the grief that goes with it. Wow. Piercing.

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  17. I love the title! My eyes add a hyphen to create "I still-live," meaning "I live, but without moving/really existing." Cool concept.

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  18. a fresh idea and a fresh word: outliving. i think i am very humbled in your presence. good talent.

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  19. She lives, indeed... I see it in this poem, in so many others of your words... And I believe she sees it, too. ♥

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  20. Powerful and painful, truly the most difficult thing a mother can live through.

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  21. For whatever the mother is lamenting it is does not stop them from leaving the nest!

    Hank

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  22. What can be said but the sorrow felt here is one no parent hopes will ever happen....I wish you peace and healing.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  23. few words yet so deep.. it's like it doesn't end

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  24. That outliving runs like a teardrop down one's face. Striking visual element that enhances the melancholy of the poem.

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  25. So very touching ... beautifully written, Sumana ... with grace, as always.

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  26. Your lines are so touching, Wish you peace.

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  27. Yes some things that we love will out live us.

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  28. Oh. Moving, the line of life, of pregnancy, of continuance ... oh. Sadness. Bless you for the fierceness and gentleness of your love.

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  29. Heartbreaking...so much pain in such few words

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  30. This must be the hardest thing, ever. xo

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  31. Very sad . . . moving and poignant. Peace to you, Sumana.

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  32. Oh wow, Sumana. Outliving your child(ren) is a heartbreak I can not begin to imagine. But you're living. And I'm sure that's what she would want you to do. To live and to love, but that doesn't mean forgetting. Hugs to you.

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  33. Powerful indeed, albeit tragic. May you continue to find strength and poetry.

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  34. A pain that can never be expressed...

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