Wordle #38 Spare Me

Wordle 38 Dec. 8

If my heart was
A spare key
The locks that defend
Your penitence
Would not revolve.
To remember you
Is to forget the mien
Of my ambivalence.
I cannot alter
A single thread
Even though the attempt
Extends deep into
My sacred complex.

A souvenir,
Your smile is only
Beautiful on display
Wedged between my teeth
It looks oddly cynical.
There’s not enough beauty
In you to compensate
For the beauty
Blocked in the crux
Of your ongoing trial
I wish guilt were a virtue
That heaven might not be
So quick to judge.

Traffic begs in the fever
Of a belated dawn
A casual seance
A kiss with hydrogen breath
As passive as stones
We suck on chapped lips
In the frigid mantel
Of a clinically negligible aurora
We have ruined everything.
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I have been thinking a lot about the inability to forgive oneself and the consequences. About how we “create” our own hells.

For

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25 responses to “Wordle #38 Spare Me

  1. In creating our own hells we also have the ability to create our own versions of heaven if we are able to see ourselves as lovable creatures. That of course is always the question to consider, can one love one self, for if not who then might? You have given me much to think about Yves, well done.

  2. I think a lot about that too, Yves. There’s so much I wish I could forgive myself for, but it seems as if I’m often drawn to self flagellation. Why, I don’t know. Our own private hells indeed.

  3. It could unwittingly occur but still just as hellish to unravel. Could relate to this often times. But as long as these were not material one should not be too worried. Great lines Yves!

    Hank

  4. Sometimes it is best not to have any mirrors if all they do is cause grief. Some traditions for the period of mourning, have all reflective surfaces covered. One should be allowed to mourn the passing of an old self. Renewal and reinvention allows for a fresh breath and the creation of all that is the opposite of disillusionment and discomfort.
    Keep building with light, use forgiveness as a tool, not as a crutch.
    Hone the best that is into the best that will be.

  5. An interesting study you’ve done here Yves of the incapacity of being able to forgive .. oneself or even others … that creates such a toxic situation. A moving poem.

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