how the heart holds on

how the heart holds on

A Chapter by Ana Papaya
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nobody knows
   when the wine glass overflows
how the heart holds on
   to dried flowers as they crumble
       and the sound of a shattering vase
cutting through quiet



© 2021 Ana Papaya


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How difficult it is, in fact, how well nigh impossible it is, to know when to let go, and I would warrant that there are very few people on this planet who have never experienced such a dilemma.

But then again, hope springs eternal in the human psyche, always has, always will.

Beccy.

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Ana Papaya

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Thank you so much for visiting this one Beccy and sharing your thoughts.



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very carefully, with specific...

there's some glass involved with this?

I don't think humans are very good at this.

(inherently)

Posted 9 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

8 Months Ago

Thank you for reading this one
DDav

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading my review on this one
This is a simple poem for me about alcoholism and its effects. Having no control over it is, to me represented metaphorically through the vase shattering. The dried flowers, again to me, is a representation of the heart which has withered away.

Posted 9 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

8 Months Ago

Thank you relic, for your comment
I get the idea that we don't even know our own selves well enuf to recognize that the glass has overflowed, or that the petals have crumbled, or that our hearts are shattered. The walking wounded, as we are called, are those who've had so many tough breaks, & we're used to walking thru the tough stuff & getting on with life, so we barely realize we're a bloody mess. Amazing how much you provoke with so few words (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

8 Months Ago

Thanks Margie
(Hugs)
How time is misused can be the biggest regret of all? That glass glowed in varying lights even while the water slowly.. slowly disappeared. For a while the flowers, their meaning, lived on. We live in our bubbles doing what we do.. senses frantic or numb. Then what's gone is.. gone or not, who really knows.

Ana, your words are brief yet graphic, toast warm from the grill but subtlem in fact you writing really does have a special voice.

Posted 9 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

8 Months Ago

Thanks a bunch, em
oh Anna the heart sure does hold on..those flowers crumble and the mind knows, the heart feels it and isn’t quick to forget the beauty the flowers once held. I love your last two lines line.. strong and biting..effective as to how it feels..well done

Posted 9 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

Hi Ladysue. Thank you for this great comment :)
Ladysue

9 Months Ago

my pleasure.. :)
This is really great stuff.

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Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much. :)
light and ashes

9 Months Ago

You're welcome, lady! Great work!
This is a question that only an unshattered vase, able to capture any wine glasses unfortunate, on-site overflow, is qualified to answer, but now, with the stark reality of a shattered vase, no one will ever know just how the quiet was penetrated and it will become just one more of both life's and the heart's (with its very real concerns about crumbling flowers) unanswered mysteries, all very needfully and competently exposed
Nicely done.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

Thank you kindly for this lovely comment, Mr. Brown.
:)
When the good times arrive, you can't quite let go of the hurts. That's how I understood this Ana. Scars have a habit of hanging around.

Chris

Posted 9 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Chris. :)
They most certainly hang around.
Seems to possibly reflect the ambiguities of life. Did the glass overflow from neglect or enthusiasm? Will the dried flowers be a cherished memento or the next joint? Now as to that vase - was it dropped or hurled? The poet need not answer these questions as the reader will appropriate the solution closest to his own heart.

I always enjoy reading your writing.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

Thank you, Delmar, for always being so kind to my little poems :)

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