
A long time ago
I got used to living with
My open wounds,
The last withered while
I was staring at the sunset
In the middle of the fog.
Yes, you told me so many times
About your suffering,
How your heart shrunk
Fisted in bleeding red
While your eyes tasted
The salt of the ocean waves
And crystal pearls were running
Down your cheeks.
On that plane you felt
The freezing coldness
Where just one thing
Would not freeze:
The fountain of your tears.
Yes, indeed I remember
All the pain on that plane.
You sent me back to the
Land of rejection.
Yet I am a resilient rock
With my withered wounds
That I carry since ancient times
On this eroded earth.
But to exist is to resist
And so I dwell in human hearts
Who care for each other.
And may I receive your boasting waves
Crashing on my shores
Those hearts will restore me again
For I am silent love and not vain.
© 2015-2019 Marta Pombo Sallés
This is equal measures of beautiful and sad, those withered empathic wounds in contrast to the egocentric wounds of the other… I like it how the silent love is soothed in the ending by those hearts that are actually caring. To have someone bear witness to your pain, and not run from it or be blinded by their own pain, that is healing. Lovely poem.
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Thank you for your beautiful reading and review, Rachel. You warm my heart with this encouraging words.
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I am glad to warm your heart Marta!
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Yes, you definitely do and so do the other people. WP is such a great garden to share and learn from each other… Thanks again!
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Beautiful poem Marta 💕
Love shall always survive/endure
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Yay, never give up on love! Thank you, Ashok. So glad you liked this.
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My pleasure Marta. I love all your work 😊🤗
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And I love yours. I just need a bit more time to come back to your blog. Thank you again!
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😊🤗
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Oh Marta, I read this piece with many emotions, the poem is superbly crafted suffering and the joy of release. The imagery throughout is exquisite, and these lines imprinted with feelings
“Where just one thing
Would not freeze:
The fountain of your tears.”
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Thank you, Ivor. So glad I touched your heart and other people’s. I am flattered by your review, such encouraging words!
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My pleasure Marta, truly a beautiful piece…..xx
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Thanks again, Ivor. I am truly appreciative of your great feedback.
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The pain is so beautifully expressed!
I got used to living with my open wounds….
Woww
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Thank you, Sneha. So glad you think it is beautifully expressed. It seems I have been able to touch people’s hearts.
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Epic !!!
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So glad you think it’s epic. Thank you, Yassy!
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Epic is an understatement 😊
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Wonderful
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Thank you, Adithya!
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bleed
lead
ripped skin
open air
heals
to a rare
steak like pink~
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Wow, what a lovely poetic response, Utahan!
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Your Poem touches my heart. It tells a story only a few understand, sad happiness or a happy sadness. It’s a silent song the heart feels. ‘Staring at the sunset, in the middle of the fog,’ and ‘I am silent and not vain.’ The numbing pain of a hallow emptiness, you’ve worded the feeling perfectly.
“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.” – Robin Williams.
So I agree, “dwell in human hearts who care for each other.” Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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You are welcome, Susan, and thank you for this thoughtful review. Love it!
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Some poems take four years to write and a lifetime to acquire the psyche to tell them. This is one such. May Love bloom anew in your life, Marta.
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Thank you so much, Gary. I actually wrote this poem in one day. Well, I will take this as a compliment. May Love bloom anew in your life too.
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A beautiful poem, Marta. Yes, love is resilient and does not want for vanity. A wonderful write.
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Thank you so much, Renee! I am very appreciative of your comment.
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This is amazingly wonderful poem, Marta. I love your love for silent love!! 🙂
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Thank you, Newton! Your comment means a lot to me. Yes, silent love.
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My greatest pleasure, Marta!!
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Such a wonderful poem! Resilience. Love. Pain. Pride and the joy of dwelling in ‘good’ human hearts.
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Thank you for your great reading and comment of this poem, Kat. So glad you enjoyed it!
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I sure did Martha! Hope you’re well!
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Yes, I am. Hope you’re well too and thank you again. 🌷
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wow such an evocative piece! Beautiful write!
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Thank you so much, Neha! 😄
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wow, marta! the imagery that is employed is so beautiful. and the thing about your poems which i personally like the most is, that they are always arranged quite well.
this plane of suffering on which you both are seated and how you selflessly hear the other person’s sorrow, i mean how are you able to achieve such a perfection in your poems? i absolutely love it.
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Perfection in my poems? Oh my! I am flattered. I do nothing, just write what comes out. I love your poetry, Preksha, so beautifully written and profound. ❤
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thank you, marta. you are a great poetess. ❤️
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And so are you, dear! 💕
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This poem is amazing Marta. Living with open wounds. Tears that do not freeze over. Wonderful
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Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it.
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wow – the way you elaborated the wound and how you managed it is brilliantly portrayed
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Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it. Yours and the other people’s comments are very encouraging to me.
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My absolute pleasure
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Deep and poignant poetic words so well composed, Marta. The ending two stanzas “Those hearts will restore me again For I am silent love and not vain.” summed up your lovely poem.
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Thank you, Kamal. Love your thoughtful comment!
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Welcome Marta.
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The quiet ones now
will later be heard first,
as the loud and proud
are forever put last.
Beautifully expressed Marta 💛
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Thank you, David. May your lovely four verses soon come true. 🍀🌈🌹☮️💕
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The Times, they will be changin’
as the Sermon on the Mount
comes into full swing …
Of this I am certain 🙏 😎
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The sadness and melancholy of a love rejected come through beautifully. Yet the will to stand and move forward takes this poem to a different level. The wish to see the vanity come crashing shows that the wound of rejection has not healed yet. Well done Marta.
I am more accustomed to the spelling “crystal” than “cristal”, so stopped for a moment while reading.
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Thank you for such a lovely and inspiring review, Pranab. Love it! Yes, the correct spelling is crystal. Will change it. Thanks for noticing.
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You are most welcome.
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This is Wonderful dialogue between the two.
The love and pain expressed is commendable.
An eternal patience depicted.
The three, Sun, Earth and the Poet seem to understand each other and life goes on.
Giving all assurances to restore again in each others’ Hearts.
Is that what you want to say Marta.
Regards
Shiva
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Yes. I love your interpretation, Shiva. Thank you so much for your time reading and commenting!
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This is such a powerful and profound piece, Marta! The strength you convey in knowing that the rejection does not mean the end of you is just amazing. I have to say my favorite line was “but to exist is to resist”. The fact that we’re alive in all our pain and emotional suffering proves that we are fighters in life. We resisted the negativity and pushed through. I love how inspiring and uplifting this poem is, my friend. Simply beautiful! ♥️
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Thank you so much for this thoughtful comment, Manessah! So glad I have been able to write an inspiring and uplifting poem. 😘💕
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You are more than welcome, my friend! 😘💕
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A beautiful poignant piece.
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Thank you, Andrew. So glad you enjoyed this.
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