Eduardo Cruz

Nov 15, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Life Intrudes,

In answer to

Emily Dickinson 1890

The bustle in a house

The morning after death

Is solemnest of industries

Enacted upon Earth –

The Sweeping up the Heart

And putting love away

We shall not want to use again

Until Eternity

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Eddie Cruz 2008

Words that will not be used

again, upon the loss of the

cherished ones,

So we say,

The great healer acts on the

opposite point of view.

Time,

that slowly clouds a memory

with the occupation of life,

which so in discriminately

intrudes on our remorse,

washing away the Etchings

that we knew as life,

not all at once, but like a

Spring mist that cautiously

rejuvenates the roots,

that carry zest and vitality

back to its start,

something new occurs without

knowledge or realization that

we have begun again,

Life has reanimated,

not with a trick,

but with the magic of the

never ending great healer

Time.

“Time heals all wounds”

— Eduardo Cruz, Nov 15, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

Critiques

RSScheerer

17 years 6 months ago

Life Intrudes

Eddie, this is very good. A careful but thorough response, I believe. That said, I have some minor suggestions: "Life, which so indiscriminately intrudes on our remorse, washing away the Etchings that we knew," - "indiscriminately" is one word, and the last line did not need to repeat "life" to make its point. "back to it's start" - "its" is the possessive, the apostrophe is a common grammatical error. "Start, something new occurs without knowledge or realization that we have begun again," - the beginning, the use of "Start" after ending the previous stanza with it seems like clutter, not in a cruel way, merely in that it could be removed without changing the meaning. "never ending" usually presents with a hyphen "never-ending" Hope I haven't botched it up for you with my suggestions. My best, ~ Ronda

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Ronda

I have made the changes in agreement with you. Now the life issue, the first life is speaking of life that is outside, "clouds a memory with the occupation of life". The second life is speaking of the bubble we create in memory of the loss life we do not want to forget or dishonor. "washing away the Etchings that WE KNEW as our life, I hope that helped. thank you so much for your help, I really appreciated! thanks again for your careful comments and the time for reading my poem. Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose De Diego

RSScheerer

17 years 6 months ago

Eddie

You know, after I thought about it later (before I even came back to read your comment, actually), the reason for your use of the word "Life" in that manner did make sense to me as you menat it. You just beat me to coming back and saying so! Nice work, and I appreciate you taking the time to consider my suggestions. ~ Ronda

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Ronda,

thank you so much for understanding, but to tell you the truth most times I have to read a poem two or three time to get what the writer is trying to say. So your thinking about and coming back to it is a good thing for my poem because it did make you think, and I for one take that as a compliment. thanks again Ronda, Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose De Diego

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Eddie I really enjoyed

reading this and it looks like Ronda got it all sorted out before I even got the chance to put my two cents worth in *sniffle*. My mother used to say that about time with an addendum. "Time heals all wounds, but sometimes they just scab over." Respectfully, Rett: "Did you ever notice that the politicians who want to ban gun ownership are the very ones that should be shot anyway?" Rett: 2008

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Rett,

I'm glad you enjoyed it! but this poem isn't just about time, it's about how there is light even in the darkest of caverns. this is why I love Emily Dickinson. because in her dark poetry I always see the light of love she had for her close friends. As most of her poem are about the loss of friends and relations (family) thanks guy, Eddie "if while I'm drunk I fall down a hill, am I a Rolling Stone?"

Kailashana

17 years 6 months ago

It takes a lot of light to

It takes a lot of light to write about how dark it is. ~A

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Anna,

that is correct, to write poetry that sounds dark to the reader on the first read, then on the second read a seed of light begins to grow. The seed that you had originally planted in the dark of your mind, but now has shown the light of understanding to all. This is why I love your poetry, it reminds me of my favorite poet Emily Dickinson! thanks for stopping by to read, and in your one line comment understand the struggle. Your Budd always, Eddie "When benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, To the great world? Thou are a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself-think of the earth..." Keats

Kailashana

17 years 6 months ago

~A

Of course, you know part two of my poem *A poem is not starts with that very sentence*. I love how poetry writes itself. It's interesting about comparisons to ED, I've only recently begun to read more poetry, except for what was part of the poetry class I took in 1977. I've had more exposure to Christian mystical poetry and Sufi poets through my *spiritual* meanderings. Much love to you and yours Eddie. ~A "I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God." Sufi proverb.

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Anna,

I am sorry to say that I have never taken a poetry class, my knowledge of poetry comes from intensive reading of the classics over a 30yr period. Over and over and finding out what drove the poet. What I've learned is that in the dark poetry is the essentials. The struggle of the poet to convey pain and pleasure, That he or she has deep inside. what is truly interesting it was the beginning of S. Freud's work. Reading poetry was were he started to see the mind at work. then he applied it to his science, because that was all he ever was. (A scientist) So he got loss in the science and forgot the poetry. thanks again, Eddie "if while I'm drunk I read a book, does that make me a scholar?"

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Janice,

you as a single parent, are truly more aware of the thyme of this poem, (Loss) it not easy for you and I'm sure that there are time that you feel lost. that is why the poetry you write is also full of grays that are near dark. thank you so much for your commit. Janice I think I know you enough through your poetry for you to call me Eddie. thanks again, Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose De Diego

Mohammad Yamin Iraqi

17 years 6 months ago

Life Intrudes.

Wow!!! It is a great write Eduardo. Thanks for sharing. Remarkable comments have come in followed by your educated responses. They have all provided interesting reading and valuable thoughts. Best wishes. -Mohammad

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Mo,

you are always to generous with your comments, but I do appreciate it. I hold you in the highs regards. thanks again Mo. but Eddie will suffice. cheers, Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose De Diego

Linda Moses

17 years 6 months ago

Eddie

It is true time heals all wounds, but sometimes it seems to take so long. It used to make me mad when someone would tell me time will heal. but they were right. you just have to get further back from the incident to see that. Rett's mother was right, too. sometimes it just scabs over. Very good write.

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Linda,

thank you so much for taking the time to read, your comments are always welcomed! Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose De Diego

Janice Pearce

17 years 6 months ago

Life Intrudes

Eddie, What a beautiful piece here Nice, Nice, Nice, Very nice~ _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Janice ,

thank you so much, that's a lot of nice! Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose De Diego

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Hey Eddie, the lights are on!

Congrats on a well deserved Spotlight sir. Respectfully, Rett: "Did you ever notice that the politicians who want to ban gun ownership are the very ones that should be shot anyway?" Rett: 2008

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Sir Rett,

thank you, but I guess I missed it by the time I got home. It still feels nice! I appreciate you letting me know! thanks again, Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose De Diego

professor

17 years 6 months ago

Difficult to match

Emily's power and economy of words Eddie but i must say you have done a great job and in your own style. The only thing that slightly catches for me is the use of "never-ending" since it has for me a kind of fairy-tale connotation and this is not a fairy tale....but its just a personal observation. All the best Keith

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Keith,

thank you for your comment. the reason I used "never ending" is the comparison between time and our life our time is limited, but time continue on unending. There is no fairy tale in our mortality. I do understand your point with time never ending> thanks again, Eddie "do like the once barren tree: flourish and like the planted seed: rise" Jose De Diego

prayersbyPatty

17 years 6 months ago

Eddie

Great poem here. Difficult to understand if you haven't been through it. Yes, people you have not seen for a long, long time parading past. Sorry for your loss. Bring back memories long buried.....Passage to a better place. Love it, Patty