The ways of the world

I’m not certain this is what the earthweal prompt was all about, but it’s where it led me. So thanks, Brendan and sorry if it misses the mark.

The painting is by Odilon Redon.

The ways of the world

Simple is the way of the world,
the way of its greening, the way of its loss,
but we lose our way in meanders
of our own making.

Simple are loves and tendings,
the bursting of buds and feathers fledging,
the sky higher than the softest cloud,
higher than the great hawks soaring.

Simple is the letting go,
the grief that spills in torrents,
for grief like happiness is a simple affair,
both spring from the same source,

the heart that aches, swells and breaks,
is given and taken and given again.
The flower unfurls endlessly in glory,
day breaks and stars wheel.

Simple is the heart
full of both grief and happiness
that accepts without understanding
the why or the how,

whole is the life unbounded,
that lets the tides turn, sand through fingers slip,
with face turned to the sun,
hands held out to catch falling stars.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

28 thoughts on “The ways of the world”

    1. Thanks Di. I do think we’re too ready to believe that only psychologists and sociologists know what we feel or what we ought to feel. If it needs an incomprehensible jargon-ridden theory to explain it, it’s not natural.

    1. I’m glad you think so, Punam. I’m getting really tired of the nineteenth nervous breakdown theoreticians who explain the wildest weirdest things in language nobody understands. And expect us to believe it.

  1. Oh this is lovely and describes the very best kind of heart, that is able to love the whole, even encompassing grief. That high sky! I love it.

  2. ‘for grief like happiness is a simple affair,
    both spring from the same source,’

    And so they do. And that letting go is so important in both love and grief: beautifully rendered, Jane.

  3. Those simple relationships are rich, and I so wish I could/would stick to them. I live things in worry many times before anything happens. To be whole again would be lovely. Your poem expresses this very well.

    1. Thank you! I wasn’t sure what the prompt was looking for. These theories we keep dreaming up about what makes people tick really get up my nose. How on earth did people live before we arrived to explain what they were thinking?

  4. Sweet – the heart and the world are simple and both get crunched by complex humanity. Writing with that heart and world should not be difficult, but all we have are human words.

    1. Yes, most of us don’t understand the gobbledy gook of psychbabble and my gut feeling is, anyone who claims I need a PhD in behaviourism to understand what’s going on in my own perfectly sane head, is a fraud.

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