limp lettuce: September 2007

Monday, September 10, 2007

redemption

secretly
and in the silent sticky dark

spring prepares
waiting bated breathless

tiniest emergent growth
searing splitting seed

casting off
wriggling out

tentative roots
searching through cold compacted earth

silently
in the secret stifling dark

tendrils
curling

imperceptibly
fighting fingering up to sunshine

featherlight
unfurling

stretching awake
numb with anticipation

stifling

in the silently patient dark

something

or nothing

This emerged - to do with my life, my heart just now - but also after seeing the film of Ian McEwan's Atonement. So much .... feeling... to do with guilt and forgiveness, regret, remorse, loss, the need for hope, how to move from the past into the future... And winter approaches.

About limp lettuce

I began this poetry blog as catharsis, at a very difficult point in my life when I was dealing with terminal illness of my mother, and potential collapse of my marriage. The words just emerged, formed poems and were unbidden and insistent. And helped. Now (2022) at another very difficult time when my family are coping with bereavement and adjusting to living with chronic illness and depression, the words are swarming in my head again. They circle, form patterns and have found their way here. I find the way this happens so fascinating. And think (hope) that maybe some less painful reflections might also start to find a home here. And that some of all this may resonate with you. © 2006. All words and photos on this blog are copyright to me, the writer and photographer - except in any instances where the post attributes someone else.

limp lettuce

Monday, September 10, 2007

redemption

This disease

Report Abuse