Fragile Lives



i sit, cracks iridescent
in blues and greens,
the color of the ocean,
of the sky on a clear day.

the softness of my sadness
has filled each crack slowly
time's trowel
busy with the memory's putty

i trace each line
replete,
as i am reshaped.

i am fine with that

after all,
i love blue and green.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017


Note: Kintsugi (golden joinery), also known as Kintsukuroi (golden repair) is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver or platinum to highlight imperfections.(Wikipedia)

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  1. Sarah RussellAugust 9, 2017 at 7:08 PM

    Greens and blues... harmonic healing.

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  2. ThotpurgeAugust 9, 2017 at 7:08 PM

    So gentle.. like the healing of sky and sea...

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 9, 2017 at 7:49 PM

    I see your beautiful girl in the photo, and feel the love filling the cracks . Love "memory's putty". This is beautiful, Audrey. How you must miss your girl.

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  4. C.C.August 9, 2017 at 8:38 PM

    Oh, this is utterly divine: "time's trowel
    busy with the memory's putty."

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  5. Old EggAugust 9, 2017 at 8:55 PM

    What a faithful and loving companion is our memory. What a beautiful poem you ave written here Audrey.

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  6. Sumana RoyAugust 9, 2017 at 9:56 PM

    Cracks gently being filled with soothing memories, love. Love the use of blue and green.

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  7. Jae RoseAugust 9, 2017 at 10:41 PM

    Such a tender write - I could feel the heartbreak

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  8. MarjaAugust 10, 2017 at 12:36 AM

    "the softness of my sadness
    has filled each crack slowly
    time's trowel
    busy with the memory's putty"
    Beautiful image as I can see the cracks being filled with the the putty of soft sadness. Love love
    A gorgeous poem in which I feel the acceptance of growing pains

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  9. UnknownAugust 10, 2017 at 12:51 AM

    Lovely. :) How have I never been here before? :)

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  10. Sanaa RizviAugust 10, 2017 at 12:59 AM

    This is so beautifully tender and profound, Audrey❤️ especially love; ""the softness of my sadness has filled each crack slowly time's trowel busy with the memory's putty"..❤️

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  11. annell4August 10, 2017 at 5:45 AM

    Yes, we will be reshaped. We must make room for the sorrow, it will be with us always. A beautiful write! One of my favorite words, "tender," the other is "trace."

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  12. Sunday Reflections or Stumbling Towards Happiness by Bill HollandAugust 10, 2017 at 6:43 AM

    Well, my friend, this just might be your best work...so subtle in its beauty.

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  13. Jennifer WagnerAugust 10, 2017 at 9:14 AM

    This is beautiful.

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  14. SusanAugust 10, 2017 at 10:33 AM

    Oh! Such insight and wisdom! Now I understand how grief changes us:
    "time's trowel
    busy with the memory's putty" and ultimately being OK with that. I also like blue and green, especially when it ebbs and flows.

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  15. Wendy BourkeAugust 10, 2017 at 2:20 PM

    This articulates the nuances of the mending process, following a tragedy and/or loss, so beautifully, Audrey. Impactful - stellar - writing!

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  16. GraceAugust 10, 2017 at 2:57 PM

    Moving write...love the colors and softness of sadness ~

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  17. MaryAugust 10, 2017 at 3:17 PM

    I agree - one definitely should be fine with that. Mended is as good as new.

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  18. AnonymousAugust 10, 2017 at 3:55 PM

    This is beautiful. You had me with: "time's trowel busy with the memory's putty." SO true.

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  19. indybevAugust 10, 2017 at 4:40 PM

    "Time's trowel busy with memory's putty" ... what beautiful words! Soothing blues and greens. Loved it all.

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  20. tonispencerAugust 10, 2017 at 4:56 PM

    In kintsugi, the crack becomes beautified with the gold. I hope the sorrow you feel will slowly fade until it becomes golden. Lovely and sad poem.

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  21. kaykualaAugust 10, 2017 at 8:15 PM

    It is an art by itself. Coupled with the memory retained it is a worthwhile pastime.

    Hank

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  22. RasmaSandraAugust 10, 2017 at 11:16 PM

    Lovely poetry in shades of blue and green. Memories always shine.

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  23. Kim M. RussellAugust 11, 2017 at 1:35 AM

    Blue and green - Earth colours!

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  24. Frank HubenyAugust 11, 2017 at 7:47 AM

    I liked the idea of time being a trowel using memory as a putty.

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  25. Susan AndersonAugust 11, 2017 at 12:09 PM

    Time's trowel and memory's putty. I like that a lot.

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  26. Mother WintermoonAugust 12, 2017 at 5:30 PM

    Gentle but powerful! A healing journey as soft as putty.

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  27. KweliAugust 13, 2017 at 7:25 AM

    Wow! You leave destiny with no choice but to join in the re-constitution of wholesomeness. Redemption at its best.

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