Whether it be better in sorrow than comfort
I’m afraid to admit that I’m settling into a kind of uninterrupted contentment. It might affect my creative craft. It’s too difficult to sit down and write when everything smells and tastes so good. But that’s how it is right now. I wake and stare into the bent panels of my window, the morning shine seeping into the room. My nose rubs against the cool linen and my hands stay still at my sides, admiring. The air looks so alive.
But it’s dissatisfying. I find myself looking for some modern day flagellation. Maybe calling my mother to make her cry. Or memorizing my 23 e-mails of rejection. Because with every arriving good will and fortune, I wince a bit inside. Almost like I’m waiting to be hit with a bamboo spine or the window shutter stick. Since nothing’s free. Even now, I flip through my life and see all that I owe, grief I must look forward to. If this is the outcome of my time line, at least it proves life is just. At least it puts a judicious soul at ease. Though I frequently count my blessings in front of the microwave, I want them to stop. I’d rather pay my impending distress now when I feel stronger than I’m used to. I don’t know if I could handle it with grace should it come any later.
I love to read your writing Angela…the only thing I wish was they came into my mailbox more frequently. Your writing is rhetorical painting, spiced with verbal venom and granished with gesticulating grammar that is thought provoking and obviously what is actually going on inside your world and head. Many people wish they could expres themselves to the degree that you are able to, but alas, most will never feel the release of emotion and stres that writing in this manner affords the author. They can only hope to find their own release in the mental massage of your messageIn other words your work is deeply profound and truly beautiful..Tommy
Angela,My dissatisfaction comes when I am limited in what I am able to take on. There are numerous creative endeavors I would consider taking on, but strength, time, and other commitments strangle attempts to enter into new territory. The place where I am at currently is to find the place my soul can be in silence, and wait until I am ready. Until new doors open, I will let go of the modern day flagellation's that occur. I like how you have described this phenomenon in our culture. For our soul we need to let it transform us not rule us. Absolutely grace will be needed if I need to wait for years. : )Thank you for commenting on the poem, "Hidden Places." I could talk about why I wrote it, but that would take away the mystery.
Wow! Your ship sketch is amazing!I love drawing with ink, but I'm very much out of practice.
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Wow!When I first started readingthis poetry I thought…hownice. But it quickly turnedto a concerned…OH MY.Grief cannot be avoided. However,I do not look forward to it. Forit would only keep me fromachieving my goals.Very interesting post. :~)Great job with sketching also.
Thanks Anita,I guess one way to look at it is that one 'can' look forward to grief. As grief is only one side of comfort. They share the platform since one can't exist without the other. Could looking forward to happiness be so different than looking forward to sorrow?
nice writing….truly creative !!
ditto on everything said by Tom House (Tommy) …such an elegant way with words you have…thank you for your support and inspiration…and, really…with the sketches…?excellent… I love your mind at workstay peaceful and amazingmtp
"It's so difficult to sit down and write when everything smells and tastes so good."imagery and insight all in one sentence. This is your hallmark.Keep it up and you will be rewarded, in some fashion, in this life, or another…mtp
Hi Anegela,I read 'Whether it be Better in Sorrow than Comfort' to mydaughter who's visiting fromcollege, and she was impressed.Let me know if you ever decideto write a book.Blessings to you, and muchsuccess.
inspiration was found when i stumbled on your little blog. so thank u
Very interesting take on joy and sorrow.It's sort of like the rubberband theory from the show Becker: Every good thing that happens makes the rubberband stretch a little tighter, so that by the end of it, the snap is that much harder. haha.
You write like a thinker and think like a writer–nice to see your sketches too.
you talented person. i love reading your stuff. and your sketches made my eyes happy.
Hi Angela, Thanks for visiting again and reading my poetry, I love your writing and admire you so much…I'm working on my health issues…lately I haven't been writing much…addicted to Facebook unfortunately…again your writing is incredible and thank you so much!
Wow, Angela I envy you. You know how to WRITE, Speak various languages and even DRAW. Allah Almighty has really blessed you. You are one genius.Of your feelings – I understand. Sometimes, especially nowadays, I don't know what I should write on that is why I am just using contest prompts in writing.com to pass the time and write.I want to be a writer but I become too lazy. Got ideas in my head but also in a blank state LOLHope to write something soon though
Oh Yeah Angela – I'm glad you liked the design of my blog but I didn't design it (I wish I did) – Actually, I got it from a template site.Thanx for the comment to my poem ^_^