Pondering Abstractions

The certainty of yesterday
has slipped our grasp
light deflecting truth
tossing us into the abstract

I ponder process
and outcomes,
will my mind to carry me
gliding between thermals
dissolving into vapours

Some realities too hard to bear –
dislodged, we tread the indeterminate.

(I submit these images and poem to the challenges of Lens-Artists and Ragtag Community. While we try to stay focused on the upcoming holiday celebrations, our hearts are heavy with recent loss and the news of cancer striking close to home. I am reminded that Christmas can amplify tragedy. Be extra kind to one another.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

27 thoughts on “Pondering Abstractions

  1. “The certainty of yesterday
    has slipped our grasp”
    We all know how thin the thread – my heart goes out to you, VJ. May you be able to use your gifts in life to withstand sorrow and grief. Sending a warm hug along with my thoughts and hopes.
    A sad but beautiful entry.

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  2. My heart goes out to you, V.J. So sad to hear about your loss. 😦 Hope you continue to find solace in your poetry, photography and grand-children. Wish that I could give you a big hug.

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  3. Sending hugs to you, VJ. It’s always a challenge to face adversity, but I hope that you find grace and strength and courage within. Your creative strengths may help you during this time. All the best.

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  4. V.J., I too am sorry for your loss and the diagnosis. As we get older I suppose these things become inevitable. We have some sadness here as well. Having an outlet like poetry and/or photography (and your talent on both fronts is clear) helps us to get through the hard times. My thoughts are with you, especially as we all navigate the holiday season.

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  5. Holidays are somewhat endurance contests anyway, and to have devastating news arrive at this time of year seems “too much” … your poem is sound: let the mind carry as we tread the indeterminate (hoping to still be around later to look back on it with more clarity).

    Love that leaf image! A has-been adrift in spectacular light – what a way to depart!

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