Hard Reset

I’m looking for a hard reset.
Silence. Enough
to allow my gunpowder emotions
time to settle down from their fine mist
and lay quietly
away from incendiary sparks.

I’m looking for space
where I don’t have to
MacGyver my emotional state
and self-suture the same old wounds.
One where I can really rest
and learn what healed skin looks like.

I want to find
what it feels like to know
an extended peace
in my battlefield brain,
so I can reclaim the salted earth
and put it to work
growing only the things I chose to plant.



Song Choice: 24/7 by Kehlani

Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem was created for the Weekly Scribblings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United: Wait for It. I may have twisted the line I chose to work with "I'm looking for a mind at work" as far as its limits could go. 

37 comments:

  1. I bet a lot of people will identify with this poem!

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    1. Perhaps, yes. :) I can't be the only one feeling like this.

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  2. Very moving words Rommy!!! Thank you! Big Hugs!

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  3. You really touched a spark with this, it’s very powerful!

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    1. Aw, thanks! I'm really glad it resonated.

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  4. I feel this poem, Rommy, especially the wonderfully expressed lines:
    ‘Silence. Enough
    to allow my gunpowder emotions
    time to settle down from their fine mist
    and lay quietly
    away from incendiary sparks’
    and
    ‘so I can reclaim the salted earth
    and put it to work
    growing only the things I chose to plant.’

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  5. How honest you are to admit gunpoweder emotions. I don't have a garden anymore but I remember the odd plants and vegetables that appeared where they were not planted. Clearly I was not the only garden there!

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    1. I'll just bet squirrels had something to do with it. The sneaky things are always digging up stuff in my flower pots.

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  6. I wish us all that healing and reclamation!

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  7. Looking for a mind at rest! Nice work. Your mind was at work when you wrote the poem about resting it.

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    1. LOL, I was trying to decide how to go with this prompt when the idea came to me that it would be nice to not have to think so hard. :D

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  8. "and put it to work
    growing only the things I chose to plant."
    A definite longing for freedom sans restraint

    Happy Wednesday

    Muchđź’ślove

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  9. Absolutely wonderful imagery. Love this.

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  10. ....and therein lies the answer .... "growing only things I choose to plant!" It seems to take a lot of living before we grow wie enough for that. An evocative write, Rommy!

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  11. I love that "gunpowder emotions." Also, self suturing the same wounds, we do that much too often. Need to find a way to avoid the causes of the wounds.

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  12. I thoroughly enjoyed every word ... it is all about choice, yes? You used that line most creatively.

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  13. "and self-suture the same old wounds.
    One where I can really rest ... POWERFUL

    as is the very last line. Just a wonderful, thoughtful poem.

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  14. I'm looking for that hard reset, too. A well-written and heartfelt poem, Rommy!

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    1. I hope you find yours soon! *hugs*

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    2. You could help me clean out my home office. It got out of hand and is now the "junk room" by default. When I retired my daughter helped me clean my office, that took us three days. This might be even longer.
      Thank you for the neat Hamilton prompt lines, I chose living versus dying options. While writing I had just found out that writer, Hunter S. Thompson, had died of suicide 16 years ago. I had read one of his books, I liked him but never went back. But it fit in with the prompt that I used. Plus all the friends and acquaintances that I know who had killed themselves. Even my first and second grade girl friend.
      ..

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  15. "growing only things I choose to plant". Sums up the importance of this poem.

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  16. This poem speaks to me Oh sweet silence Beautifully written love " lay quietly away from incendiary sparks" and "I can reclaim the salted earth and put it to work"

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  17. Happy Sunday Rommy

    Muchđź’ślove

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  18. Growing only the things I chose to plant is a great closing line!

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  19. oh yes, some days are like that, when we wish we have a reset button to press.

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  20. I enjoyed the whole poem--truth in poetry is the best read meals. And I love the last stanza. It feels like a poem all on its own, a poem for the times. After so much turmoil, I think each and everyone of us shares the speakers wants.

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  21. Amazing poetry ... second stanza is going to linger a while in my psyche.

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  22. Great poem, deep, beautifully penned.

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