Poetry Sunday-This Holy Vessel

the women

 

This Holy Vessel

 

 

This holy vessel now in decay-

The shell cracked, withering.

Paint peeling, boards warped.

It’s sailing days gone.  Beached now-

Bleached and rotting in the storm’s spray.

 

 

I see its bolder brash days.

Sails full, catching the wind,

Riding the rough waters.

Strong masts unbreakable-

Now bent, broken, gone.

 

 

Strewn upon the shore

Are memories of youthful journeys.

Abandoned, alone-

No longer able to navigate

The vast ocean seeking adventure.

 

 

Do not look with pity upon these bleached bones.

They sing of joyful times-a life well lived and loved.

There is a spirit still residing here,

Inspired and still inspiring.

Strong of will even as each wave takes a bit more with it.

 

 

A holy vessel now unconfined,

Free to travel the oceans, the heavens and reach the stars.

 

 

 

© Donna Donabella 2015

 

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If you have been reading my blog for a while, you might have noticed that I do write and group prose and poems around the same topic.  And this poem is a culminating piece to my other posts where I have been contemplating about aging….my aging, my mom’s and big changes in life in general.

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

holy vessel collage

I am also linking in with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

 

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Special Note:  The pictures here are of my mom at different stages of her life.  The first picture, is the one I call “The Women”.  My mom is in the center (at her engagement party), and is surrounded by her sisters on the left, and my dad’s mother and aunts on the right.

 

 

In the collage you can see her when she is near 60 (around my age) with my dad, as a three year old with her sisters, and then as a high school graduate.  The picture at the bottom is when she was about 9 yrs old at her First Communion.

 

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I leave you with a few words additional words about aging.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

holy vessel

All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

88 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-This Holy Vessel”

  1. I find old family photographs to be inspiring. I do not know whether it is because of the people in them or because of the wistful feelings conveyed by the sepia tone. Yours are wonderful accompaniment to your words.

  2. lovely, personal piece… I read more into it than aging… the spiritual side of life which sometimes the wind leaves the sails or women who once had engaged in church involvement and now so many are too busy… there is a lot between your lines … nice job

  3. It is good to remember, I think, that in every older person we encounter there is also the person who had those ‘bolder brash days’ and those encounters and adventures in ‘harsh water’ and sometimes I think it is those days that they might like to talk about – as those were the ‘good old days’ in so many ways. Very nice photos.

  4. Inspired and still inspiring.
    Strong of will even as each
    wave takes a bit more with it.

    Mothers are such an inspiration. They give and they never take. In the process they lose out a little but they always have something for everyone!

    Wonderful take Donna. A great haibun it is!

    Hank

  5. This is so beautiful… the entire effect of the pictures along with the haibun.. is completely mesmerizing 😀
    Loved it!
    xoxo

  6. I love this.. We are all aging, but the memories are strong. I like the image of a moored boat. I can see its withered bones fading,

  7. These words sing to my soul and make me soar with delight. I just turned 38, and started getting my first silver hairs… I look at them and smile because my dark brown hair and I have collected to many tales. We shall tell them in silver… and tell them better because of it.

    Thank you for this! ♥

  8. “Do not look with pity upon these bleached bones.

    They sing of joyful times-a life well lived and loved.

    There is a spirit still residing here,

    Inspired and still inspiring.

    Strong of will even as each wave takes a bit more with it.”

    i love this poem, and the above verse resonates with me (another woman in my sixties) as my spirit still feels eighteen. {smile}

    wonderful photographs of your mother ~ before i read that she is the woman in the center of the first photograph, i looked at her and thought THERE’S a woman who is special and full of life!
    Do not look with pity upon these bleached bones.

    They sing of joyful times-a life well lived and loved.

    There is a spirit still residing here,

    Inspired and still inspiring.

    Strong of will even as each wave takes a bit more with it.

  9. Love your closing lines. My mother passed away five years ago, but remains a strong inspiration for all of us who knew and loved her.

    Elizabeth

  10. I can feel the reflection in your words as they dance on the page of days past. Even in the aging process you can still experience adventures while you might not journey out on a rough sea, you can still feel the waters near the shore. They still call, but in a different wave.

  11. Old black and white photos seem to tell their story far more eloquently than the over-manipulated glut of photos that are around these days. This is a charming poem, tender and sincere.

  12. I enjoyed this so much Donna. It really tickled me to see the Italian girls on your side of the family and how different your Dad’s side was. Nothing like beautiful Italian girls! Wonderful poem, heartfelt and creative, a meme we recognize. Take good care!

  13. ‘A holy vessel now unconfined,
    Free to travel the oceans, the heavens and reach the stars.’…..Life’s valuable lesson of dealing with aging–the conviction and logic has come out well. Good one!!

  14. yes inspired and still inspiring…they seem to be made of love, always giving and live in every land…they are truly God’s best gift to us who are lucky enough to have them in this life…everything is so soothing about this post today Donna..beautiful….

  15. I love coming here as I think so much about the aging process…for myself and my mom…this is absolutely beautiful and so right on…That last sentence…AMAZING. I also enjoyed reading the other comments and always enjoy learning something…so I had to look up Haibun…was only knowledgable of haiku. Thank you!!

  16. We are all vessels too. Sooner we will all be memories too but some will still remember how we lived our lives. Great metaphor about life Donna 🙂

  17. I’m stilled by the beauty of this, Donna…..just don’t have words.
    Powerful. Moving. Tender and loving and warm and raw.
    How you honor her with these words.
    Thank you for sharing,
    Jennifer

  18. The sadness of this poem is in the awareness of both the narrator and the subject to aging. The first is sad because of the changes observed and of a life drawing to an end; then there is the feeling of the subject who knows they are the same person they always were that feels they are still themselves but they can no longer do things and be the person they once were. Great post.

  19. What matters is whether we lived all those years. Very Well written! Such a beautiful lines :
    Do not look with pity upon these bleached bones.
    They sing of joyful times-a life well lived and loved.

  20. Hello Donna, beautiful words and poem.Life can be like a vessel.. It is good to remember the joyful times.. Lovely photos of your mom and family..have a happy Monday and new week ahead!

  21. What a glorious tribute not only to your mother but to the glory of aging. Thank you for sharing these beautiful words and images, Donna.

  22. A lovely poem and creative heart mosaic of old family photos.
    Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday Donna.

  23. I love that the spirit still resides, Donna. Beautiful writing. Love your tribute to your mother and to the journey of growing older 🙂

  24. Great minds think alike!! OMG I am amazed to find us again on a twin track…..ageing beautifully……could we possibly accept anything less? It some how feels like we might be the first generation to have the luxury of our personal reflections and creativity. Aren’t we so lucky? I’m enjoying so much all the changes you are grappling with btw and how wonderfully!

    1. I couldn’t believe how alike our paths are right now Catherine…similar thoughts…and yes we are lucky to be able to reflect about our lives, our aging. I was thinking that women of my mom’s generation and older never had a voice. We are their voices.

  25. Donna,

    I loved understanding the ageing of a life, through your poem. Your mother is beautiful in all stages and ages of ther life, in those magnificent photographs..Influential and setting sail along her pathway. Leaving memories for others to enjoy and even follow..This reminded me of how much I miss my own mother so much, even after twenty years..

    Eileen

  26. Better to be a worn vessel than an empty vessel – life leaves it’s marks…all of which i hope eventually leave us with something good

  27. Donna,

    I think this may be my favourite poem of yours so far, in the short time that I’ve ‘known’ you, perhaps because for the last couple of years, I, myself, have become more aware of our time on this earth, entering middle age, and watching my own parents step into their new stage, too.

    ”I see its bolder brash days.

    Sails full, catching the wind,

    Riding the rough waters.

    Strong masts unbreakable-

    Now bent, broken, gone.”

    The stanza above is what I see on my mother’s face, still, and I can still hear the vitality in her voice, but her movements are slower. Simultaneously, I get glimpses of my own personality in her reactions, her thought process and her expressions. You have so eloquently and exactly described the human voyage; thank you, my friend!

    Beautiful photos of your mother, in all the different stages of her own wonderful life.

    Poppy

  28. Beautiful poetry, Donna. I sense sadness and longing and trying to cope with changes. My best to you and your mother as you face life’s challenges.

    1. The beauty of the poem I think Beth is so much can be read here….with aging there is definitely coping with change s my mom is dealing with now. Glad you enjoyed it Beth.

  29. Very powerful and raw and honest…. I am going to be 60 next year and for some reason it seems to be some kind of important marker…. Senior citizen? I think of that now but I don’t have your gift for prose…

    1. I agree it is a important milestone Michelle…you are one year ahead of me. I hope to mark that year in a special way, but not as a senior yet…maybe not until social security kicks in will I think of myself as senior…maybe ‘aging adult’…I’ll have to think of some ideas and that may be another blog post topic 🙂

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