Invincible

Gold cherry

By Deliberately Evolving

Wed, 16 Nov 2016
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Invincible 
We wandered wild through long grass,
Lioness - leading her procession of cubs 
across the scorched Savannah,
stopping in a spot of secret seclusion,
to flatten a circle,
sit and consume crusty bread and Brie and crisps
with the happy smiles of those blessed.
We didn't fear a thing - not the mightiest monsters,
nor the smallest tics...
sitting watching the lazy summer.
We were invincible, those days with her.
 
I knew I was good, I knew I was loved.
I was beautiful. 
She told me - I believed her,
I had no reason not to.
I took happy pleasure in the curve 
of my own neck, 
the gentle wave of golden hair,
cupid's bow pout as red as blood.
I could be anything - of course I could.
I was invincible, that's how I felt, 
as every child should.
 
Now as sound of rain mingles with the passing of cars,
I stand, fingering the clutter on my dresser,
receipts, makeup, mouldy tea cup,
catch sight of my nails - thin,
prone to splitting - (no point in polishing),
on hands with palms so crisscrossed with lines 
I could be accused of living several lives
if I believed such things
(though I feel as if it could be true).
 
I'm hiding.
I can't bear to argue.
It annoys me that people get riled about matters so mundane.
No different to anyone else of course,
In a world where apathetic pride reigns king.
It's a battle I can't win.
I could go - drive away.
let him stew alone -
but her voice haunts me as I touch my keys:
"Drive carefully" she told me,
so I stay
because I know I won't today.
What do I do without her?
 
We were not invincible after all.
Not now she's gone.
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

It must be unspeakably difficult. I think of you and Bee so often. The lioness metaphor is gorgeous, a stark contrast with the stilted climate of neglect in the final stanza. The voice of care and caution lives on.

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thanks Vera. 

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

you wouldn't believe the number of times I look at something on here from the past - a poem or a story - to find one of bee's generous, encouraging comments - she was everywhere! And so I suppose this is a good place to post your poem because we all know how lovely she was and we all miss her too

This lovely poem - read it back to yourself - shows how she lives on inside of you. Thankyou for sharing the beautiful images (like Vera I loved the lion metaphor). The realisation that we're not invincible will strike a chord with many I imagine. I do think you should paint your nails though - am sure bee would want you to.

 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Lol. That made me laugh and cry. I'll start commenting more to make up for Bee's loss.

nail polish comes off my nails instantly - even gel polish.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

In a world where apathetic pride reigns king. What an interesting statement.

I think that Bee, though encouraging you to peace and self-worth, probably also taught her cubs much of her own/ their own/ everyone's failings, and the life ahead that wouldn't always be an idyllic and secluded picnic, and oasis on the warm savannah. Be glad of all the protection and strengthening that you received, and seek to help your own, and pray. Rhiannon 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Good advice as always Rhiannon.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by celticman on

a split in the poem and a fault line in lives. invincible, I wish, and yet those that play themselves invincible, what are they? 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I don't know.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I miss Bee.

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Me too. It seems to get harder and harder.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

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Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thank you insert.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

So very moving; I do hope writing helps. x

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thank you. I would like to say it helps but it doesn't, not yet anyway.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello AE,

Judging by this poem, dear Bee, is invincible.  She lives on in you as her influence and talent have been passed down.  She will always be remembered by everyone on ABC for her unstinting encouragement and generous comments. For sure I miss her and her work.

Keep writing and sharing your thoughts with us.

I often think of her and the last thing she said to me.

Moya

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

What was the last thing she said to you Moya? If you don't mind me asking.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello AE,

I put up a reply yesterday and then promptly lost it.  Yes, of course, I will tell you.  I had sent her an email in which I wrote that I was not a religious person but that I was praying for a miracle.  She replied by saying that sometimes it's friends and the people you have around you who are your miracles,  She then said I was her miracle because I made her laugh through the shitty bits.

I certainly did try to make her laugh.  That's why I told her, when I had cancer, it was my husband  and daughter that made me laugh.  I had bowel cancer and, unfortunately, flatulence was a problem.  On one occasion I had a particularly loud and long incident.  Then, without any pre-arranged signal my husband and daughter started tap dancing down the ward in an effort to cover the noise.  Needless to say, they were unsuccessful, but as you can imagine the Ward was in uproar. 

I will never forget those words she wrote as even towards the end she was still so magnanimous, caring and thoughtful.  I think of her often, she was such a shining example to the rest of us.  May she rest in peace.  

Moya

 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thanks for sharing that - it made me both laugh and cry.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Lovely, extremely sad poem. But you are not 'without her' as your writing shows. So much of her love and words are there.

Lindy

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thanks Lindy

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by seashore on

I've only just found this - better late than ever, as they say, and a very beautiful piece of writing.

Coral x

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thank you Coral. X

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by jolono on

Hi AE. 10 days ago was the anniversary of the death of my Dad. I wrote a poem about him back in 2012. I hadn't thought about that poem in years. Amazingly ( weird) I got a notification that someone had left a comment about it so I clicked on to read it. Even more amazing was that the comment was left on the 14th, but I didn't receive the notification until the 15th ( the anniversary of his death). As I read through the comments I re-read what Bee had put. Have a look...

https://www.abctales.com/story/jolono/missing-seasons