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Author Name: FreeSensual Sorceress 34 Comments
Date Added: January 03, 2009 13:01:55 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Cold Acceptance
 
 
 
Sorting through neglected ashes.
The silt scatters,
we can't breathe
air filled with past debris.
Searching to recover a true moment,
untouched by time
and the desire
of what it should have been..
How few they are.
 Like a black and white
Photograph,
memories fade,
and the burden of them.
We never take
pictures of bad times.
The lessons are buried.
Sift, shuffle, search
for reason and sense,
but there isn't any.
Only blame,
and questions,
or cold acceptance.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeRoss McCague Rosco on February 8, 2007 11:00:20 PM Report
pictures of bad times         maybe take 'our' out.

 

You've front-ended your page with some beauties. Great to read again.

 

The message here is if you want one of these medals, you better have the goods.

Comment By: FreeGoliath Assassin on February 3, 2007 03:57:16 AM Report
We never take
pictures of our bad times.
The lessons are buried.


I strongly disagree.  I always find something I can learn from my falls in life... even when I'm not the one responsible.  In fact, I REFUSE to stop thinking about a loss until I've learned something that will help me win next time.  You can always learn something more about yourself when you're to blame for past mistakes.  But when others let you down, you can at least take note of their lack of strength in certain areas and avoid others who share it.

Comment By: FreeRoger on January 15, 2007 11:37:51 PM Report
As a child, our home was burnt down in the middle of winter.  I was 5 years old and recall sifting through the ashes and a sense of confusion haunting me. 

You captured that lingering cloud of doubt and the absence of closure very creatively.

Wonderful write.

Comment By: FreeChuck on December 23, 2006 02:41:25 AM Report

we never take pictures of our bad times...makes me want to take a camera to a funeral..  I love how....we never take...separates.... the burden of them..brilliant... the entire piece is amazing... cold acceptance...the perfect title... nicely done!


Comment By: FreeAngelique on December 10, 2006 02:28:48 PM Report
This left me with the image of searching for a spark among the embers but only finding that the once burning flames had turned to a cold pile of soot, and you couldn't find a reason for it. You have such a way with words, and I too love the line "we never take pictures of our bad times." It speaks so much of human nature that we would just rather ignore those parts. But in the end we are left with a wondering of how it all went wrong! Congrats on the award, it is always muchly deserved.
Comment By: FreeCynthia Jones on December 4, 2006 02:31:17 PM Report
Congrats on your muchly deserved award. *S* Whispering Winds
Comment By: FreeHeike on December 4, 2006 10:02:55 AM Report
And the lessons should remain buried, lest we want to keep them alive forever to stalk our wounded hearts.
Powerful writing, Ms. S., and I'm glad to see you win an award for this one :-).
~Heike

Comment By: FreeAdri on December 4, 2006 01:46:53 AM Report
Ooooooooh my J!!!!!!  You are amazing!!  Congrats my J!  You are so talented, and the best mentor ever!!! 
Love you
Juicy Girl x

Comment By: FreeJames Thomas Whitworth on December 3, 2006 07:36:00 PM Report

Congrats are in order again, I see. I don't think it's in your power to write something that isn't award winning! While this is a bit pretentious, the concept is purrrrrrrrrrfect!




WOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOO!!! all hail the darlingofcreativepoems, ms. jolen casper!
Seeing this poem awarded gives me chills all around my everywhere!



 



With respect for your talent,



James

 

p.s.  Your warm acceptance, however, is rather delightful.

 

 

 

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on December 3, 2006 07:14:17 PM Report
Miss S.S.:  I love the phrase  "we never take pictures of our bad times"...... Congratulations on your Feature Poem Award.

 

Lady D

 


Comment By: FreeAshley Marrie on December 1, 2006 07:45:35 PM Report
i truly like this poem ... but when you say " the silt scatters" by what do you exactly refer to?

 

though it is true we never seem to take pictures of the bad times ... but what about car accidents, or abuse cases ... 9/11.... somewhere a picture is taken be it in a person's mind or by a camera....

 

always and forevers

ashley marrie

Comment By: FreeCraig David Dawson on November 4, 2006 09:13:58 AM Report
evocative images of disaster..with hope among the fallen.
Comment By: FreeJ on October 31, 2006 11:50:20 PM Report
Oh yeah I forgot you don't know how to write bad poetry =P Another incredible piece that blew me away.
Comment By: PremiumKeith Overstreet on October 29, 2006 09:44:31 PM Report
A true write from a wise heart.

beautiful!

 

keithRay

Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on October 25, 2006 04:46:01 AM Report
This is wistful in the truth that it exposes, thoughtful indeed.
Comment By: Freetom on October 24, 2006 06:09:27 PM Report
awesome penning Jody
Comment By: FreeGlata on October 24, 2006 04:48:58 PM Report
Wow...What else can be said....! I think that someone's been rooting around in my heart....and you found what I wish I could say so eloquently....

Awesome work, Jody....

Love ya!

Glata

Comment By: FreeAngel on October 24, 2006 03:59:57 PM Report
Its all be said J. Beautiful the woman with the golden pen

 

Love Angelxx

Comment By: FreeThe Mystic Poet on July 3, 2006 09:54:42 PM Report
Ross has taught you well, apprentice.
Comment By: FreeDamon D. Brewer on March 29, 2006 07:08:40 PM Report
Great work here Jody. Bad times don't need photos to rmind us how bad they really were. We mostly don't forget anyway, or that is the way it seems to me. Love this one my friend.
Damon
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on March 25, 2006 10:53:30 PM Report
You are mastering so many styles, Aces..This is first rate, top drawer poetry..We never remember the bad time like we do the good times..I think it's nature's way of helping us to expect more good times in the future..Wonderful poem, darlin'..Yereverlovin'..
Comment By: FreeTimespell on March 25, 2006 09:40:18 PM Report
hmm......Lifes to short but???
Neglect only the thorns of the garden, was the pain that deep. I still hear the winds calling me, One name drifts through the stars, my life in a moment, Another pickle in jar.
Shhhhhh you are who you are...
~Timespell~
:O)
Bless your COTTONS.
Comment By: FreeEdward Kent on March 25, 2006 08:01:46 PM Report
Another wonderful write Witchheart but its just what I would expect from a great writer like yourself,,hugs you me
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on March 25, 2006 07:56:54 PM Report
These images of memories, dust and photographs are very effective Jolen - There is something very owerful bou old photographs - I suppose it is bit like the figures in Keats's `Ode on a Grecian Urn' - faded figures trapped in the ice of frozen time, never recoverable.

David
Comment By: FreeSharon Jorcil James on March 25, 2006 06:04:30 PM Report
This is very, very deep and profound Jody....and the metaphors used here are simply amazing!
Fantastic write my dear.

Sharon JJ

Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on March 25, 2006 03:30:43 PM Report
We never take pictures of our bad times because for some of us, that image is embedded into our minds. I love this Jody, a very reflective piece of writing, Joe
Comment By: FreeJoe Petro on March 25, 2006 11:46:16 AM Report
Maybe pity parties are a self grieving process. But as Barbie said, only for a short time. All of those memories make us who we are, can't erase them totally. Ya got me going. jp
Comment By: FreeRoss McCague Rosco on March 25, 2006 11:26:53 AM Report
Untouched by time
and the desire
of what it should have been..

Shit, what lines!

Sift, shuffle, search
for reason and sense,
but there isn't any.
Only blame,
and questions,
or cold acceptance

You even put the trinity to work. The magic three run through twice. Bang, bang, bang! Sorry, wrong site, wrong message.
Comment By: FreeRoss McCague Rosco on March 25, 2006 11:24:27 AM Report
She ain't wearing the purple crown for nothin, boys!
This is a long severed column fit to stab a vampire. Larkin could have written this. An Oxford-educated fop or the Queen of the American Nile. I can't see straight. Are you the same person who was here before? "It won't matter who loves who when the night comes falling from the sky." When Minor falls out of love he'll have enough pity in store to suck this dry. Better write more. Seriously, write more till your blood turns black! Amazing!
Comment By: ModeratorHenry M. on March 25, 2006 10:03:09 AM Report
I love everything about this Jody! The subject, the metaphors and especially the title. I can see lines drawn in the sand and someone stepping over those lines and the drawing back as your patience is tested by those who take advantage of your good nature. I can feel the icy stare of your "Cold Acceptance" until you are pushed to the brink and explode!! Pure excellence here Jody. Henry
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on March 25, 2006 09:58:51 AM Report
DEAR LADY, I THINK WE ALL GET DOWN FROM TIME TO TIME..WE JUDGE OURSELVES RATHER HARSH SOMETIMES.. WE SOMETIMES JUST DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THEM..AS ALWAYS GREAT POEM LADY.. ~LATER ~ SHE
Comment By: FreeConjugatingWizard on March 25, 2006 09:47:35 AM Report
I loved this poem I am adding it to my favorites it description perfectly fits what you are trying to describe and makes it real and alive
Comment By: FreeLinear Z on March 25, 2006 07:16:00 AM Report
"the silt scatters,
we can't breathe "
These lines felt a bit out of place to me hun. LOL The problem with these memories is that if you keep pushing with your mind in a self pitying mode then things can only look worse and worse.
Life is fun like that! Keep your spirits high Jolen, and remember: If at first you dont succeed; give up and blame someone else.
Comment By: Freeb doneff on March 25, 2006 05:29:57 AM Report
Well Sugar Puss, you'll never get any cold acceptance here; I'll welcome ya with open arms!
I know how some things hurt, how we look for an answer to all our questions with a need like no other. You are right though...sometimes, there are no answers, and asking them only brings up more. This was a beautiful write Jolen, and although I don't have any answers for anyone, remember that our lives are spent taking those photos..there will be more sessions, more moments...I know; I have a stack of them. And pity parties?? Honey, we alllllllllll need to go a little easier on ourselves! Go ahead! Have a pity party, for just a few hours...then, get your glad rags out, ( as my dear Mammy would say), and go whooop it up!
Yours in the barn...BB




 


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