sentient life
fragmented
like the gold glass bowl
which
after so many admiring glances
shattered that day
showering the kitchen with sharp shards
you tried
to put it together again,
as it was or
as you remember it or
as you would like it to be or
as well as you could
you tried to repair it
too late
you remember
Humpty Dumpty
© Jane Paterson Basil
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Lordy, Jane. I had to suck in my breath when I read this. This poem, for me, is a mask for human life. There are SO many ways I could interpret what you said in such a short space. I LOVE this! And the picture seems to show that not every piece fits back together properly. Isn’t that JUST THE WAY IT IS for each of us? And how many times can our “bowls” be dropped before there’s no way to make them stick back together again. Of course as long as you CAN get them to hand together, Plato would say, “Well, that’s how the light gets in!” And God would say, “I only use cracked pots so the light can shine out!” Just loved it!
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Thank you Calen. THANK YOU! Things are a bit crazy around here, so I striipped it down to the bere minimum, trying to outline a complex subject in a thought -provoking way, hoping the message would be clear, and you got it! You got it exactly – but of course you would. This means so much to me.
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Ok, I think THIS one is my favorite now. LOL I did really connect with it. You just keep getting better and better all the time.
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It’s lovely to be told that – although I don’t feel as if I do.
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This poem, for me, is a mask for human life. There are SO many ways I could interpret what Jane said in such a short space. I LOVE this! And the picture seems to show that not every piece fits back together properly. Isn’t that JUST THE WAY IT IS for each of us? And how many times can our “bowls” be dropped before there’s no way to make them stick back together again. Of course as long as you CAN get them to hang together, Plato would say, “Well, that’s how the light gets in!” And God would say, “I only use cracked pots so the light can shine out!” Just loved it!
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Thank oy uCalen. You have made my day, and so much more than that.
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Excellent metaphor, Jane.
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Thank you Mary.
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Great write Jane. You had me at the first line and kept me invested. Love love love it.
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Thank you Michelle.
I’ve lost the link to your other site. I must have forgotten to click follow. Is there any chance you could send it to me please,
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No problem. Here it is. Thanks in advance for reading.
https://whatthehellisreal.wordpress.com/
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Thanks.
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This was beautifully expressed.
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Thank you Umber.
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My life has been fragmented many times in my lifetime, but more so in this last year while I’ve been ill due to so many uncertainties. The pieces don’t all fit back together yet, and they may never will, so I may have to learn a “new normal” in order to propel myself forward and not continue to wallow and worry about the pieces not fitting. Thank you Jane.
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It’s hard, isn’t it. Bad things happen, and we have to accept that things will never again be the way we wish, and then we have to find a way to live in spite of unsolved/insoluble problems.
I hope things get easier for you very soon.
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Such wonderful conversation. Just thought I’d throw this quote in for Bethie. I always find it releases me from some of the fear of not knowing…
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves…” Ranier Maria Rilke
I have that stuck to a picture frame on my desk. I read it often.
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Poignant……..xox 😊
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