A Splash of Sorrow

I threw them, one at a time,
into the stream, those sorrows of mine.

I watched them fight the current,
but it was only for a moment,

gasped as they swallowed river,
and smiled as they trod water.

I even gave them a hand,
pulled them onto solid land.

They may be sorrows, but they’re mine,
and I’ve grown to love them over time.

Kim M. Russell, 6th April 2021

body of water near green trees during daytime

Image by Taylor Gilmore on Unsplash

My response to NaPoWriMo Day Six, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open LinkNight

While yesterday’s prompt asked us to take inspiration from a poem, today we are challenged to go to books we love, find short lines that strike us, make them the titles of our poems, write poems inspired by them and then, after we’ve finished, change the titles completely.

I recently finished a book called Mirrorland by Carole Johnstone, which had this brilliant line in it: “I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.” It gave me a long title, which produced a short poem, and the new title just flowed out of it.

37 thoughts on “A Splash of Sorrow

  1. We’re not whole without them, eh? FYI: burying them doesn’t work either; sooner or later, they make you dig them up.

    Great response to a tough prompt, Kim.

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  2. Oh YES!!!!!!! That is a truth I have not thought about that way……..they may be sorrows, but they’re ours. What is that quote: that we find the very thing we mourn for was our dearest delight? Or somesuch.

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  3. The reversal from “I threw them, one at a time,” to “They may be sorrows, but they’re mine,” is brilliant, is gorgeously moving, reminding us that sorrows are what make us strong .. by learning to cope..💝 sigh.. and might I add, you were fantastic tonight! 🥰🥰

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  4. So much implied between the lines, making me reflect on learning to accept one’s self, to love one’s self, warts and all before being capable of loving another.

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      1. You’re welcome, Kim. I just did a quick google and guess whose name popped up? Frida Kahlo! Looks like the writer and U2 borrowed it from dear Frida.

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  5. The title is a great leap into the is-ness of sorrow — no explanation of cause needed, as the story is theirs. Reminds me of what someone once said about problems — if we all poured ours out on a table and were then asked to take back what you wanted, we’d each take all of our own problems back because they are our own. We grow to love them over time. (As an AA also said, your story is your sobriety…)

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  6. They may be sorrows, but they’re mine,
    and I’ve grown to love them over time.

    As long as we keep our sorrows under control we’ll be one up on things that affect us. It will always turn out well in the end. Great lines Kim!

    Hank

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