Friday, December 26, 2014

Doubting


"I think the world really boils down to two types of people - those who see shapes in cloud formations, and those who just see clouds."
Danae Pace


There were buds in the funeral bouquet
closed tight as her casket.
One opened on Christmas Day -

and, I googled it.

I'd begged God for a sign.
Something small, anything at all.
But when that stem showed signs of life

I googled it.

There could have been comfort in that bloom.
Rest for an uneasy heart.
Instead, I put fingers to my wounds

and googled it.

For Margaret's prompt at Real Toads

14 comments:

Sioux said...

This poem made me think of the people who are so busy taking photographs, they don't have time to savor the moment.

Well done in just a few words, as always...

Kenn Merchant said...

This poem really reminded me of how much people rely on researching things via Google. A lot of people don't really look into real subject matter anymore.. like books. I personally use Google for a lot of things, so I am a sinner in that sense. Great poem!

Björn Rudberg said...

Sometimes we just have to trust what we feel... I doubt books or even google have all the answers.

Margaret said...

!! So. Sometimes better to believe in the miracle and leave well enough alone.

Fireblossom said...

I agree with Margaret.

Sylvia K said...

Yes, I agree with Margaret, too!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

It was a sign for sure, kiddo......a small Christmas gift, from your mom to you. I believe that.

manicddaily said...

It is so difficult to let go of suffering when one has been a caretaker--one feels terribly responsible--this is terribly human--we want answers, not necessarily comfort--nothing I can say makes sense. Take good care. k.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Sometimes grief may be contained only by focusing on the practical sense of what may be explained. After all, death of a loved one remains inexplicable on an emotional level.

I think you have expressed this in terms we all can relate to.

kaykuala said...

Modern living revolves around google. No mistaking in that. It is plain simple really so why not!

Hank

Gail said...

I felt deep sadness and quiet beauty in this poem

georgeplaceblog said...

We want to believe in miracles and signs but we were unfortunate enough to born into a "logic" world. We want proof that there was a miracle-they don't work together. Beautiful, beautiful poem.

Susan said...

I love Googling--but not as much as feeling wounds open with rose buds, with feeling that love doesn't ever comletely cross the border into death. Wounds read like keyboards here--or flutes. This amazing wording of DOUBT leaves no doubt about pain, life, death and spirit. Googling aside.

Wolfsrosebud said...

great... you are healing with words... the bud must have been a smile