Searching Forgiveness

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Searching Forgiveness

Forgiveness – what it is and what it isn’t
It is not enabling
It is not about forgetting

Forgiveness is uncommon but possible
miraculous, the answer
God’s intervention, Divine
the final form of love

Forgiveness is the flip side of gratitude
simply a one-sided transaction
a selfish act, an inhuman quality
a Six Gun lyric, overrated

Forgiveness is a choice, a healing choice
healthy like chicken soup: good for what ails you
balm for the soul
the first step, the path past anger
the way home

Forgiveness is an art form
an important struggle
up to you
letting go of grudges and bitterness
letting go of the hope that the past can be changed
the best revenge
a gift to yourself
the key to action and freedom
the secret to happy relationships
Forgiveness – is it right for you?

© 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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Prompt – Inspiration
I “found” this poem (written in April 2011) by googling “forgiveness is” then rearranging and compiling the results. I thought of doing this because, though we give a lot of lip service to forgiveness, it’s not usually considered a practical solution to being wronged (just watch the reaction of a victim or victim’s family when they’re facing the possibility that the perpetrator will not get his just desserts). I was actually surprised that forgiveness came off as well as it did.

I was reminded of this poem by the devotional reading we read last night. My husband and I end each dinnertime by reading some Bible or inspirational passage. This year we’re going through a devotional by Smith Wigglesworth.

Wigglesworth was a plumber from Great Britain (1859-1947) who had amazing insights and a powerful Christian ministry during his time. This snippet of the reading for April 4th had his thoughts on forgiveness:

“Look to the coming of the Lord. Be at peace; live in peace, forgive and learn how to forgive. Never bear malice; don’t hold any grudge against anybody. Forgive everybody. It does not matter whether they forgive you or not, you must forgive them. Live in forgiveness; live in repentance; live wholeheartedly. Set your house in order, for God’s Son is coming to take what is in the house.” – Smith Wigglesworth, Smith Wigglesworth Devotional, p. 161.

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VintagePADThis April I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by posting some not-as-yet published poems from my files, along with what inspired them. If the prompt inspires you to write a poem of your own, you’re welcome to share it in comments. Whether you write or not, thanks so much for dropping by!

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The Great Civilizations (NPM ’16-Day 15)

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“New parts for old–magic materials…” (Image: pixabay.com)

The Great Civilizations

New parts for old—magic materials
eyes and ears do dance steps on the stage.

Print spreads the word on horseback, the book
finding the way, measuring the world, making music.

Every room in the house—the bedroom, the bathroom
dining out on teaching and learning, the world of work.

In the kitchen preserving sweets and treats
body and mind, familiar fruits next to the skin.

On the water washday and cleaning chores
improvising on nature, using nature’s materials.

Instruments generating power, lighting
new and synthetic foods—marvels and wonders.

Making things from metal, practical chemicals.
The car is born on two wheels!

Bringing up baby, dressing up, dressing down
in pulses, nuts and oils, fine fabrics, essential fabrics.

Instant riches in playing fields, board games,
gadgets for the home—alternative treatments.

Water and waste in harmony, harvesting the water,
sending messages of Spring and Summer, Autumn and Winter.

In the beginning—signs and symbols. The computer
revolution making and mending ancient games.

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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The prompt was to write an index poem. This is a Table of Contents poem — a poem whose title and lines are cobbled together from lines in the table of contents of the book  The Origins of Everyday Things. Words in italics are my additions.

The final poem reminds me of surrealism in art. Found poems often strike me that way.

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I did it!!! I wrote one poem a day for the whole month of April. And this time it wasn’t even hard.

I think that’s because I sat myself down at the beginning of the month and gave my lazy, self-indulgent side a lecture:

– No excuses. Don’t even think of whining or feeling sorry for yourself or telling yourself you’re out of creative energy

– This is your work this month. Priority one. Make a spot for it in your daily schedule; list it along with your other “To Do”s. You have to have something written before bed.

– Any idea is game. Use one of the April prompts or an idea of your own. It doesn’t matter.

I have purposely not shared these raw creations here for several reasons. One, most of them need more work. And too, I’m learning that it’s nice to have a stash of poems that haven’t ever seen the light of day just in case something fits with a contest or publication where there’s a “No Previous Publication” rule.

But I want to share one here with you today, just as proof that I’ve actually been working!  Here’s my poem from April 14th.

Inspiration: that day I happened to read L. L. Barkat’s  Tweetspeak Poetry post about creating and using “jealousy stacks” to write poetry.

Inspired by her idea I then pulled an old issue of Garden Wise (now known as B.C. Home and Garden) off my shelf, made a bunch of jealousy stacks (interesting turns of phrase and lovely words that I wish I had thought of) from articles in it, and finally cobbled them together into the found poem “Gardening Gurus” below.

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A gardening guru has obviously been in charge of this plot! (Butchart Gardens – Victoria, B.C. – photo © 2015 by V. Nesdoly)

Gardening Gurus

Gardening gurus bypass pruning shears
for exuberant plantings. In a passion for blue
covet classic blue blossoms, lacecaps
spherical corymb flowerheads
felty silver-grey leaves.

Let nature work for you in whorls
nosegays, posies, floriferous crowns of myrtle
sprigs of rosemary, wheat for fertility
leafy bowers lavish and cascading
the vibrancy of summer.

The wound tar, desiccated roses
rangy growth habit, old deadheads
loppers, weed hounds and recipes for infection
are not in our gardening culture.

Our floral colony is a little summer house,
romantic haven where sage shares the bed
with airiness of lady and deer fern
moon-gated arbors, pergolas and pavers.
Rondel echoes colours of honey citrus sorbet.
Last rays of sunshine fill uncontainers
with peace and enchantment.

© 2015 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

How did your National Poetry Month go?

P.S. Oh yes, today I start as a blogger at our Inscribe Writers blog. My first
post there is “What is poetry?” Do you agree with my conclusion?