Grief and Great Joy

Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth

Grief and Great Joy

The rooms are almost empty.
It was a good place
to forge a career.
Time to move on.

Within these walls
I bottled a variety
of elixirs…

Grief and joy,
depression and apathy –
all stoppered and racked.

Sometimes the cork would fly
drenching us with some vintage
or other.

Today we leave the bottles behind.

This poem was written in 2009 - while Dr. M & I were moving away from the apartment where we had lived for 12 years.

This is a Magpie Tale.

Comments

  1. A little sad but there is SOME hope in there.

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  2. It is bittersweet to move. I can see why you felt the way you did about leaving.

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  3. one of the reasons it took us so long to move completely to the country house was not wanting to leave my house in the city. the city held nothing for me, but that was my house. I bought it when I was single, even before I met Marc. I raised my kids there. I had such deep roots. took a while to get them pulled up. I still miss that house though.

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  4. Moving is often bittersweet, isn't it -- letting go of the past but embracing the future!

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  5. Moving on is always filled with mixed emotions, isn't it?
    This captures that feeling.

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  6. Elixirs are good sometimes! Nice-thanks.
    I was determined to go in a different direction-

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  7. Wouldn't it be wonderful if only a person could leave all the bottles behind and move on? One or two vintages always seem to find their way back into your new place. Your poems are so meaningful and expressive, Dana. Thanks for sharing.

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  8. ... and they lived happily ever after. (continuing to gather wine bottle corks as they may)

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  9. Lovely writing Bug, and rang chords with me.

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  10. Life is full of the bitter sweet for sure.....love this Bug! :-)

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  11. Great take on leaving. Lovely read.

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  12. love the idea of bottled elixir of emotions...i would pack them all up in a battered leather case and haul them with me!!!....x

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  13. Thoughtful, intense work. Thank you

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  14. Within these walls
    I bottled a variety
    of elixirs…

    Your whole take on this is original and thoroughly enjoying to read.

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  15. Oh, moving is so painful. And you wouldn't want the bottles to crack in the moving van. So it's good to start again. Nice!

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  16. So much emotion expended within the confines of a room...thank goodness for new beginnings...nice write, Bug...

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