"The Impossible Turn"
To hold what harms, to face without flinching, to shape warmth from wire.
To drop the name, to meet the eyes, to let edges soften.
To burn the mold, to kneel in ash, to rise listening.
Not conquest. Not perfection. Only forward motion.
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Good morning, Rolph. I am grateful for sharing your much valued thoughts on this poem. It shall help guide the trajectory of my poetic journey and had borne witness to the this poetic process as we travel it together🌷🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks, RBK.
Not conquest. Not perfection. Only forward motion.
"Plodding on", as they say; I must be content with that.
Good morning Red,
Your poem is a striking meditation on resilience and transformation. The powerful images — holding what harms, shaping warmth from wire, burning the mold — evoke a journey of courage and renewal. I especially appreciate the line “Not conquest. Not perfection. Only forward motion,” which beautifully captures the humble, ongoing struggle to grow despite pain and difficulty. Thank you for sharing this concise yet profound reflection.
Take care,
cheerio,
Rolph
Thanks Leon, that means a lot. Didn't really expect much from this little piece. But now my mind is changed. Most appreciated. 🌷🙏🏻🙏🏻🌷
Fri 8th Aug 2025 21:50
Great poem Red 👍
third line? a killer!
thank you
regards my friend
Leon
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Red Brick Keshner
Sun 10th Aug 2025 06:37
Thanks, dear Uilleam, that is indeed the turn of phrase: "plodding on" and at plodder's pace we can find life contentment if we are keen enough for it. Most appreciative of your time and interaction, as always 🌷🙏🏻🕊️