Emotional Language

Our emotional language has become strident,

hysterical even,

under the relentless pounding

of modern life.

Let's dial it back.

Take a deep breath, everyone.

Sit for a moment and breathe.

I know I'm always telling you that,

but there's a reason:

it works.

It transforms the moment—

the neon flashes of anger and despair—

into something magically more manageable.

 

You don't have to want to do it,

this sitting and breathing.

Do it because I said so.

Just trust me.

Your emotional language will shift from strident to—

to who knows what?

To poetic, even.

To a new depth.

To something recognizably human.

 

 

 

Copyright © 2019 Ann Tudor
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Belonging

They say we humans long to belong.

I can't say categorically

that that's wrong.

Belong.

Only the hugely damaged accept the fact

of not belonging.

And theoretically that seems right.

The rest of us--

the moderately damaged

or the miraculously healed—

we live to belong.

 

And after all,

this business of being One with Everything—

stones and mountains and rivers

in addition to the sentient beings—

well, if that's true

(or if we just want to think it's true)

our only choice is to accept belonging as our right.

 

Or is it our duty?

Our duty to life or to the universe

(the multiverse, rather)

is to learn to belong on whatever level we can.

No matter how uncomfortable that might be,

let us keep searching until we find

the subset to which we actually belong.

 

It won't be long.

 

 

Copyright © 2019 Ann Tudor
Food blog: http://fastandfearlesscooking.blogspot.ca

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Poets

The poet achieves dominion over

the cruelties of life

by capturing emotions

as they flit by.

 

Like dreams,

emotional moments seek to escape unrecorded.

Only the diligent poet

can trap the essence of what all feel

but few remain conscious of.

 

Let's hear it for poets,

without whose fine tuning

we would forget our inner lives.

A toast to poets,

archivists of the soul,

recorders of the unconscious.

keepers of the collective memory.

Hail, poets!

Long life to you.

Long life to your words.

 

 

Copyright © 2019 Ann Tudor
Food blog: http://fastandfearlesscooking.blogspot.ca

Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/InfallibleNana

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