All The Lonely People: Poems From Around The World Featuring Aaron Cornett.
This week, I am featuring Aaron Cornett’s lovely poem from the All The Lonely People anthology. I found this so touching. And I love Polly Wood’s beautiful art-work. Many thanks Aaron for your wonderful submission.
Sorrrow’s calling By Aaron Cornett
Sasha by Polly Wood
She knew the light.
Her steps knew conviction.
She bore the strange gift
Of solitude, as if knowing
That she was not meant
To last.
I knew her once,
I knew everything about her.
Her vibrant youth and
Her innocent charm,
But not
Her sickness and frailty.
There at the bus stop,
Surrounding by the chilling rain,
I met her gaze as we shared
A painted sidewalk.
Her eyes are deep and
Never ending, her smile
Hidden
As shadows crept across
Our gentle surroundings.
We shared the conversation
Of strangers and a friendship
Was born.
We enjoyed the times and
Moment life gave us, dancing
Among the poetic ashes
Of creativity and youth.
Yet never once did she drop
The mask that hid the
Pain and suffering of
A struggling heart.
I never knew
Until the sad face of many
Came to visit, and I fell
Inward,
Into the void,
Into the cold gift she left me.
She left the way
All good things of this world
Must leave, passing the
Gift of solitude to another
Who ponders the path of his feet
And the value of his heart.©
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About Dr Niamh
When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down.
One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.”
Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!”
I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I?
I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.”
Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray.
With love from Dr. Niamh,
Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com
It is a sadness to be left with this solitude after one leaves you behind to ponder it. It is a lesson in pain and a knowing of your inner self as you live within the solitude. What a beautiful poem Aaron Cornett. Thank Niamh for posting this poem and painting for us to share today. Jennifer
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“She bore the strange gift
Of solitude, as if knowing
That she was not meant
To last.” these lines touched me deeply!
A poignantly philosophical end to the poem ” passing the
Gift of solitude to another
Who ponders the path of his feet
And the value of his heart”
Thank you Aaron and Niamh for an opportunity to read this.
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Reena, I really appreciate your support.
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Thank you Niamh Clune For featuring this piece, and thank you all for your kind response. Sorrow’s calling, as you may know or experienced, comes directly from personal loss at a young age. The simple idea of one touching your life one day and being gone the next can be a difficult concept. But do we choose to guard ourselves and hide our hearts? The answer is always NO! It is better to experience, to know someone for the short time you have rather than living your life untouched by another’s flame.
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Reblogged this on aaroncornett and commented:
My poem “sorrow’s calling” is featured this week. Stop by and check it out!
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If the last thing we have to perfect is our
relationships with others, then here is a fine
example of how we might go about doing this.
Hello, Aaron! Nice to meet you! 🙂
Your poetic piece fits this Anthology perfectly.
It’s so hard to condense the many meetings of a
friendship – but you did well. More than well. Good job!
“We enjoyed the times and
Moment life gave us, dancing
Among the poetic ashes
Of creativity and youth.”
Excellent!
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Thank you!
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Aaron writes enough to show the beauty of living in the moment and then it is gone. You leave the reader wanting to know more, but at the same time wanting to honor the sacred. Beautiful!
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many thanks Patricia!
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Yes, Patricia that is accurate and thank you for the kind words. The other frustratiing part is no longer knowing or getting to know someone you just lost. One moment you meet someone you feel and even know is special, wanting to dive further into that adventure only to have it gone with the next sunrise. This was an early lesson in my childhood: appreciate every moment, every day, every one in your life!
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Reblogged this on DiAnne's Place II.
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A very beautiful and touching poem and stunning artwork!
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Many thanks DiAnne. I love the poem and the very beautiful art work.
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Exceptional.
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Many thanks for the reblog, Juliette.
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Yes! Thank you so much!!
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Aaron will love that!
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Reblogged this on MacKENZIE's Dragonsnest.
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Thanks for the reblog Shawn.
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My pleasure. Great poem.
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I like this one.Very good.
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Very soulful Aaron, beautiful.
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed 🙂
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