The Fifty Cent Tour

Saturday, November 13, 2010

scraped hearts heal

i
just
let you go
watched you fall
yes, it was hard but
i wanted you to learn how 
to pick yourself up and start over. 
 had i rescued you, it's true, you wouldn't have
cried but much worse than failing you wouldn't have tried





25 comments:

  1. Well gosh, thanks so much. Let me just have you sign my cast. Being hurled earthward is so instructive; how can I ever thank you? Next time, let's try the speeding train. Think how much I could learn!

    (I expect my angels all have migraines from dealing with me)

    I like the pyramid shape of the poem. Happy weekend, Rene! :-)

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  2. yeah. protecting them all the time...only breeds the weak that will wither in our absence...

    (by the way do you have any aspirin...yeah shay again...smiles)

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  3. Shay, you smartalek! I'm going to give you such a pinch!!!

    but you liked the pyramid

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  4. Brian, Shay and all gentle readers...this bit of writing is not advocating abandonment and abuse.
    I was just trying to put into a writing a recent moment when I had to step away and let nature take its course.
    No one was ever in danger of being seriously injured, emotionally or physically.

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  5. In looking at this piece again, maybe the window with rain drops on it wasn't the best choice for a photo...one might assume the subject of this poem was hurled from it. The moody window shot ended up being a little more traumatic than dramatic.
    I've removed it and replaced it with a gentler flower.
    Enjoy.

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  6. beautiful,
    love is like that, especially love from a parent to one's children...
    enjoy the shape.

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  7. Sometimes, teaching them to stand on their own involves letting them learn how to fall.

    I got that :)

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  8. Never explain, never apologise, Rene! Let the writing stand for what it is. I'm a caring parent of three young kids and there have been many standings back after tumbles. Your poem explains why very elegantly, both in content and in style.

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  9. Wise words, I'm sure the other picture would portrayed it well, it is a hard lesson to learn and equally hard to give :o) well written.

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  10. The wisdom in this poem didn't deserve the (maybe) tongue in cheek comments. I'm all for standing back, as part of the learning curve.

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  11. All is well...my writing is a work in progress and any feedback regarding it ( and not my parenting skills) is welcomed. Perhaps changing the word carried to saved wouldn't imply that I had dropped the subject or thrown them. Thank you all.

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  12. so I've changed a few things around, to make things a little clearer.
    the initial picture of a raindrops on a window replaced with a flower, a less scary image.
    a few words switched around and changed in the last lines...carried changed to rescued clears up the whole my dropping the subject versus them falling on their own.
    These changes make the poem stronger.
    As I have stated, my work even years after the fact,is always in progress. And I take all criticism, whether tongue in cheek or not,very seriously because sometimes it can be helpful.

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  13. It's so difficult to get the balance right between protecting them and allowing them to experience.

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  14. I am with Dick, you don't need to explain. The writing stands by itself.
    Pamela

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  15. Now, if you could just teach the grown-up world the same lesson. We forget as we get older. Every day is a new day.

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  16. Very creative. We do need to let them know sometimes. Great!

    Hank

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  17. Funny...I've often said that I won't wrap my son in cotton wool to protect him...sometimes he'll have to fall down and bleed a little to learn that gravity is always on and waiting to catch him out.

    I don't see advocacy for neglect or abuse...I see a mum saying that occasionally, we have to let go of our protective instinct and allow our little birds to learn to fly...and fall...and fly again.

    Shade and Sweetwater,
    K

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  18. your ending is so true much worse than failing is never trying!

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  19. Straight up truth right there. Very nice.
    -Edward

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  20. Sometimes we have to let people fall; hard as it is, it's how we all learn.

    Love the shape of this poem.

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  21. I read this as a tender piece - doing the hard thing, the best thing, when doing what seems natural and caring is really more harmful in the end.

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  22. I felt like you were advocating letting them rise to the occasion. I like this very much!

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  23. I really liked this!!! Beautiful poem and a sentiment I imagine all parents can relate to... I need to remind myself sometimes.

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  24. but much worse than failing you wouldn't have tried...

    Insightful, Rene!

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