Sally Eslinger Poet Prose Poetry

Musing Lately

Musing Lately

Let’s just say
with my husband now having heart troubles and my 
being old (& bedridden while waiting for my new prosthetic-leg) makes for on-going thinking, remembering, observing, reflecting, tentatively concluding, believing
how the ineffable ultimately rules…and one’s

language (for all its commanding need to be used with a true Love )  finds                                                                                                                                        w
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to be less than their expressive task                 f           
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to cast some light brighter
than the humble votive’s flame flickering in the heart —
Or more than the one tear — felt but unseen' — in the corner of the eye, bringing along its cathartic story …ready to  fall down over the cheek…
Or to realize  (especially after 40 years togerther) that devotion lives well beyond a 3-word statement  in heights carried there by a tried, spiritual touching of our auras in the room: lives aligned for better or worse in the profound music that our closeness creates.  The poems are born in being or feeling before the written.



(c) sally young eslinger 7/13/24**    
In my youth, i was a devotee of James Joyce and Samuel Beckett. (Beckett even sent me a hand-written letter in response to one i sent him.). I pretty much memorized “Waiting for Godot.”  Joyce and Beckett both saw words dissolving — into the ineffable.  Some powerful poems lead us there, but that there, I’ve found is in the unspeakable.

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Duke Beaufort September 28, 2024 at 10:53 AM Sally, you have such a connection to feeling, and your ability to write and to try to convey what your heart contains gives me pause...as I am in awe of what you are doing. You're making me smile today!

Mike Bayles August 9, 2024 at 7:35 AM I'm pleased how love and times of reflection stirred this poem. Sally Eslinger August 23, 2024 at 12:09 PM Dear Mike, thank you and bless you for your insightful comment…

Darlene De Beaulieu August 7, 2024 at 12:19 PM Hello Sally Eslinger, You are really having a hard time of it. I wish things would get better for you. so I was wondering if you would like to talk on Soup mail. If you don't want to that would be fine. I just want to know. thank you. Hugs. /darlene Darlene De Beaulieu August 7, 2024 at 12:22 PM I hope things goes well for your husband. i hope something can be done for your husband. health. Hugs. /Darlene/

Jennifer Proxenos July 27, 2024 at 12:46 PM I enjoyed reading about the connection, bond and love you and your husband share and although you are both going through difficult times, your perseverance and divine interception results in your heartfelt poetry 'born in being or feeling before the written.' Very touching write. Hugs, blessings, JENNIFER.

Victor Buhagiar July 15, 2024 at 2:20 AM I admire your diction and use of emotions. You have a fair share of suffering. But the One who sees all will comfort you. Blessings. Sally Eslinger July 15, 2024 at 8:28 PM Thank you, Victor dear heart". I treasure your opinion and support. You have watched me grow and have been there with helpful support. I love imagining i’m in Malta with you, sipping wine and talking a bit about writing…hugs!

Joseph P. DiMino July 14, 2024 at 12:32 PM Very emotive writing, I can relate. I guess, we write our lives, from swells/wells of feelings~ to dissect, explain and heal when at the bottom of the mystery looking up. I am also at the bottom of the mystery looking up. If it helps, knowing while you and your husband are going through bouts of severe discomfort, your works, your hearts have made connections, and lives more meaningful for many you have never met. Blessings my friend.

Ink Empress July 14, 2024 at 12:31 AM Dear sally, yes, i hope during this time you will share your creative side more often with us all on soup here. Your words, they flow so beautifully with such sincerity. And i really loved the lines “ devotion lives well beyond a 3-word statement in heights carried there by a tried, spiritual touching of our auras in the room:” wow! Youv described love and devotion in such a wise and profound manner! fave too this is for me! You are such an inspiration! Your strength is admirable! Sending light