In the Vastness of sorrowful thoughts

In the days leading to spring equinox, I sense how the darkness is losing its grip and in its wake follows this numbness of dusk.

Today the sky presses its swollen belly into the sea alloying to pewter. In my heart, I hide the fist, a kernel of acute craziness I prefer keeping in mind. 

Even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being this stubborn is nauseating.

“Where is my ache?”, I inquire in silence. 

I should be mourning I think as the shadow of a large bird of prey passes and leaves. The sky opens and a pale beam of sunshine on the first snowdrop shows me that maybe today… 

… I can finally mourn.

and though darkness has been my comforting blanket, only in daylight my healing begins.
I sob and can finally hear the jubilant song of a blackbird.

In the Vastness of Sorrowful Thoughts
Hans Hofmann

Today Merril hosts the Prosery at dVerse and we are to include a line from Wisława Szymborska’s poem “Possibilities”

“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”

into a piece of prose of 144 words (or less)

March 15, 2021

20 responses to “In the Vastness of sorrowful thoughts

  1. This is so moving, Björn. Your piece alludes to the comment you made on my poem from last week. I love this: “only in daylight my healing begins.
    I sob and can finally hear the jubilant song of a blackbird.”

  2. For me, this an amazing write to read. “Today the sky presses its swollen belly into the sea alloying to pewter.” Amazing imagery here.
    The last stanza is so REAL…..

  3. This is heartwrenchingly beautiful, Bjorn! I resonate with; “and though darkness has been my comforting blanket, only in daylight my healing begins.” Yes! More power to you! 💝💝

  4. “numbness of dusk” such a perfect descriptor of grey skies.
    “In my heart, I hide the fist, a kernel” brings tears
    “sky opens and a pale beam of sunshine on the first snowdrop” when one is searching for a sign and is ready, the sign will appear. i like how the person sees the sign and is ready.
    A perfect ending:
    “I sob and can finally hear the jubilant song of a blackbird.”
    Such a beautiful poem, Bjorn ❤

  5. Winter’s darkness does close in on our thoughts, while the light of spring and the song of the birds gives that feelin gof release. Well done!

  6. You pulled out all the stops with this one, Björn, from the reminder that ‘darkness is losing its grip’, to the beautiful metaphor of the sky and its swollen belly, and that ‘pale beam of sunshine on the first snowdrop’ – and then the sorrow pouring out with the ‘jubilant song of a blackbird’. Oh my!

  7. you line “i sense how darkness is losing its grip” made my heart skip thank you as i write in order to try and outrun my own darkness

  8. Loved every bit of it. The sky pressing it’s swollen belly into the sea is a great line. I really felt the heaviness pressing and then lifting at the end in daylight. Very clever use of the quote as well! 👏👏

  9. So poignant and moving. I can resonate with this and finally letting out the grief that’s been within for so long. It’s a painful process, but it provides relief in the release of emotions and tears. Beautifully expressed!

  10. How brilliantly you broke up the quote and attributed your own meaning to it! And I agree with others about the swollen belly line. Beautifully done.

  11. An exquisite pouring of the heart. It resonates as grief sometimes feels like it’s own entity, emerging and hiding at the strangest times as you say, “Where is my ache?” I can feel the struggle in your words…but also the peace and the will to navigate through it all.

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