Breaking
There are potters who intentionally fracture
their elegant vases, gluing the curved clay shards back together.
There are those who claim, true or not, that bones
are stronger where they've mended.
Vase and bone are momentarily motionless,
held within the sure arc of our arms,
while the world's vastness spins out its unceasing gyrations,
the grinding and shattering of an unpeaceable kingdom.
For this small moment before we resume our breaking,
oh beloved,
will you hold me?
posted by MB at 3:33 PM
34 Comments:
yes.
MB, this is amazing.
Sx
this is extraordinary, MB. Given my recent accidents, I feel this one both physically and emotionally! Beautiful use of language. Sigh.
Thank you, I for one, really needed you to post a heartrending poem today.
"before we resume our breaking.... will you hold me?"
oh, mb... you have no idea how soundly these words reverberated in my world right now. nor how much hope they gave me. it's just the way of things... breaking and mending. thank you.
Oh my it's wonderful to have you back, MB. Thanks for yet another reminder of so many of life's truths.
Take hold
The object
Made
Of motion
Embrace
Its form
And
It will heal
The world's
gyrations
with
each rotation
Upon
Our makers
Potters Wheel
~@~
This is beautiful and bittersweet too. Thank you.
Worth waiting for this one... an unbreakable poem.
MB, this gives me pause...I think about the war - broken bodies, some being pieced back together; about the sunrise as it breaks the horizon to bring healing light; about broken hearts, longing for relief and connection. I realize why I have missed seeing you here, and I am so very grateful to once again read your beautiful words.
Powerfull and wise!
I am so moved by the grinding and shattering of an unpeaceable kingdom. A life spent wanting it to be otherwise.
So many images...
so beautiful!
alan
oh, this is wonderful, mb!
speaks to me in many ways...
In any relationship there will be breaking, don't care for that much. But, the mending is alright!! The ending is perfect!!
Very very powerful and moving, MB, thank you!
vases and bones may be stronger for having been broken and mended, but not hearts...
Very nice.
Also, what Pauline said.
I don't know how you do it, MB. This is quite magical.
.. and I meant to say too that, as Sky has pointed out, this poem has global as well as personal meaning for me. It is all the more powerful for that.
Clay shards.
Unceasing gyrations.
Unpeaceable kingdom.
I love the way you use words.
The analogies are perfect. The picture holds the source at the center. You are asking someone, something to hold you, as sure as you ask yourself.
Stray, funny how poems can become newly appropriate after they're written. Thanks.
tdharma, I'm sure you've fulfilled your quota for a while.
zhoen, (o)
Snowsparkle, I'm glad it had particular meaning for you. Thank you.
Bitterroot, thank you. As you know, it's in the looking.
Anonymous, wonderful, thank you!
Clare, isn't it all in the end? ;-)
TG, you are generous. Thank you.
Sky, a very thoughtful read. Thanks.
Robin Andrea, oh me too.
Alan, there is much beauty to be found if we look!
Polona, thank you very much. I'm glad.
Pat, thank you.
Marja-Leena, thank you for reading.
Pauline, I'm not really sure if any of them is. Broken, mended, and thereby transformed — the last being very individual, I imagine.
Leslee, thank you. Also what I said to Pauline. ;-)
rdl, thanks!
mm, I'm glad to have you here. The way you and Sky read the poem is much the way I intended it, from the large to the small and back again.
Mermaid, the source at the center is a good way to put it.
beautiful
so poignant
thank you
I wonder if the heart is bone or clay? No I don't, actually. I know.
Great shot, mb. Beautiful words.
that last stanza is truly wonderful!
perfection.
that last line
perfection true.
Brings to mind Kabbalistic mysticism regarding creation -- the breaking of the vessels -- and our charge, to gather the shards and reassemble them.
Lovely reminder, especially since this vessel feels mighty emptied out.
:-)
MB,
Beautiful. I need to come by more often.
Nice. The first stanza alone feels like a complete poem to me.
My, my, my, you are up in the stars with your words. What a wonderful poet, writer you are.
WOW!
Keep writing.
Floots, much appreciated, thanks.
Charlie, malleable, growing, hard or soft depending on conditions, the heart has things in common with both, but in my view is neither, for it pulses and some would say it feels. Glad you enjoyed the pic. There's more there than first glance would suggest.
Michelle, thank you!
Corey, what a generous comment!
Lori, I'm not familiar with Kabbalistic mysticism, but what you've described fits with a few metaphors I've been pondering for a long time. I may have to follow that one up just to satisfy intellectual curiosity.
Patrick, always good to see you here. Thank you.
Sara, I'm glad you enjoyed any part of it! ;-)
Eileen, welcome and thanks for stopping by. Your comment is appreciated!
mb,
Lovely idea...
I like that bit of re-humanizing in a moment of stasis.
Oh dear. Hoping this is not as immediate and topical as it sounds.
Very beautiful.
(Quibble: I wonder about taking the word "back" out of the second line?)
In any case -- xoxoxo.
Marly, all we can do is be human. It's the best we can do and all we can do.
Dale, other than that it is always happening every single moment, no, not in the way you mean. The quibble is appreciated! Thank you.
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