there was a hush this morning,
the kind of eerie nothing
when even pasty cobwebs
don’t stir in the uneven breath of watchful feet,
they had all gone,
every last one of them,
packed their heavy maudlin bags
and taken off like murky evil
at the first blink of dawn;
for days they had bickered
and harangued in strident tongues,
held hands in honeyed monochrome,
copulated feverishly,
cheating on one another,
building incomprehensible cages
where they held my words hostage,
and now, strangely,
now they were gone;
as if my every thought,
infested with toxic emotions,
had been distilled through the fine sieve of night,
and answers floated,
with hastily fastened fins,
their ink bleeding into the
clear lake of light;
but reason laughed and whirled,
like rapture in Rumi’s eyes,
infinitesimal matter orbiting
a translucent core,
in a frenzy of timelessness,
in a senseless craving,
in a bottomless cry
for joy;
but all there was
was this unspeaking answer,
like a five-pointed crystal glow,
dissolving into a spectrum of layered light,
in a silent emptiness
that crept into the little hollows
where emotions once lived;
the hush this morning
coating my trembling hand,
that reached, unfeeling,
through the pitying void.
How creatively done! You filled the silence and not with all these nuances of life…
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Thanks Humbird…
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Intense feelings associated with letting go. It pulled at all the losses I’ve had in my life! Brilliant!
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Thanks Carol 🙂
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this capture an emptiness i have felt multiple times before with loss and then that feeling of emptiness which will not soon wane. a heart left in pain while knowing that the one whose left , their existence now transcends into another journey unlike that which is left behind in this mundane heart
gracias
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Thanks Marco..you describe the feeling well.
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My first thought was, you must live in Iowa and have just survived caucus season. But then that nightmare will be back when it all goes national … but whatever that case, the sense of oppression is as heavy as is the relief from it. And the remedy always seems like it was an inside job…
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Thanks Brendan… Far away from Iowa, but keeping in touch, coin tosses and all!!
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I love the stanza about the sieve of night. I hope there is time for recovery.
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Thank you Colleen.
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I love this:
“building incomprehensible cages
where they held my words hostage,
and now, strangely,
now they were gone”
“but all there was
was this unspeaking answer,
like a five-pointed crystal glow”
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Thank you!!
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Thought I had commented on this already, but apparently not. Terrific evocation of atmosphere.
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Thanks so much Rosemary 🙂
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This is so beautiful in its sadness. You’re a master of words. Love how you weave them to create such vivid images. Loved reading this.
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Thanks so much Myrna. Glad you liked it.
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Honestly, I felt a little creeped by your descriptions of “them.” as if they were fantastical sinister beings. shivers. hehehe.
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Great reaction…thanks James!!!
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Wow. This is powerful.
I love this section:
“infinitesimal matter orbiting
a translucent core,
in a frenzy of timelessness,
in a senseless craving,
in a bottomless cry”
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Thank you 🙂
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Brilliant, nuanced lines in this piece. “in a silent emptiness that crept into the little hollows where emotions once lived” – very evocative: I know that place well.
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Thanks Wendy, appreciate your comment.
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I love all of this but especially “distilled through the fine sieve of night,” and the allusion to the whirling dervish. Oh, yes, we want the joy, and I hope we find more then the void waiting where emotions used to be. What is reason without it’s bedrock of feeling? Mere icing.
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Thanks Susan… it’s sad sometimes that we can’t have both together.
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Wow! You silenced thunder.
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Thanks so much, glad you liked the poem!
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I was captivated by the rich language of the first stanza… An excellent piece.
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Thanks Kerry!
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I love that final image of the hand reaching through the void. A powerful way to end, since it seems to extend the poem out to the reader. Like it’s reaching out to us reading. Is it menacing? I’m not sure…
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Love the question on whether it is menacing…didn’t think of it that way when I wrote it! Thanks so much!
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I especially admire “as if my every thought…..is distilled through the fine sieve of night…..into the clear lake of light.” Just beautiful!
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Thanks Sherry 🙂
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That opening stanza held me captive as I whirled in your words and came out breathless….amazing writing!
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Thanks so much Donna 🙂
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Gone – where have all the hopes and dreams disappeared too? Into that voided space what is left are the stars to guide the way.
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Thanks Truedessa… always good if there are guiding stars!
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You leave me wondering what a heavy, maudlin bag might look like. I treasure the image!
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Thanks Magic!!
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This is really a wonderfully vivid, sometimes disconcerting, depiction of what can go on inside a mind! Well penned!
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Thank you Mary 🙂
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you packed so much turbulent history into this that the opening quiet was deafening – as usual, a wonderful piece of creativity
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Thank you Laura 🙂
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Captivating imagery throughout this poem – the pasty cobwebs were particularly vivid for some reason..maybe because they wrap us up almost invisibly at times
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Glad you liked it Jae Rose… Thank you.
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What a beautifully intriguing poem to read.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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i agree. The words you used create unforgettable images of one hell of a relationship
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Thanks Melinda.. appreciate your comment very much!
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you’re welcome 🙂 glad to make your acquaintance. 🙂
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Likewise…
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🙂
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but reason laughed and whirled,
like rapture in Rumi’s eyes,
infinitesimal matter orbiting
a translucent core
Lovely lines 🙂
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Thanks so much Sanaa 🙂
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I think sometimes the biggest of losses comes slowly… and only when to late we see what happened.
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True…thanks so much Bjorn.
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And a rage second reason made it even better… You are a very good poet.
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Thanks Bjorn, that’s very kind.
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