here
on the glassy brink,
the ambivalent dusk
emptying the pockets
of my mouldering soul,
on an oblique plane,
the senseless shatter,
the unseemly splatter,
of a tightly bottled past;
here
as the low light gargles
in the mindless river,
submitting to the water,
the hollow core
keeps me afloat,
the weightlessness ringing
like a decelerated symphony
inside my darkening ears;
here
when the universe wakes
in the softness of night,
abstractions peel away
one by one, from the penitent sky,
just this one rhythm
of an unchained vacuum,
swimming on its back
into its chrysalis;
here
a lifetime still strewn
on the sun washed bank,
I salvage the pieces,
without voices,
without eyes,
pockets weighed down
with soft-edged anonymity,
unsettled droplets
stretching down naked ankles
into the waiting grave of the earth.
Very nice. Good language and imagery.
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Thank you Sean.
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Human Archetype of the
DArk niGht of the SoUl..
Human sOul
as real
as science
when the
art of
uS
rises
again..
when child
becomes science
and art once again..:)
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Thanks Katie 🙂
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Smiles..:)
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Emptying the pockets/pockets weighed down – love how you came full circle with this.
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Thank you Bryan.
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I love the opening:
“here
on the glassy brink,
the ambivalent dusk”
And these:
“the senseless shatter,
the unseemly splatter,”
“pockets weighed down
with soft-edged anonymity,
unsettled droplets
stretching down naked ankles
into the waiting grave of the earth.”
Fantastic ending.
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Thank you 🙂
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I think there we all have to find a place to find ourselves in the cacophony of reality… of course unchained vacuum… yes that’s what it can feel like,
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Thanks Bjorn…
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Lovely merge of metaphors 🙂
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Thanks Sanaa
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It’s like a moment in time and a million moments in time. Beautiful.
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Thank you Shirley
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Felt carried forward in this. Like I was propelled by the words to embrace the final stages!
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Thanks so much Carol.
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You are welcome.
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This builds up so beautiful that the ‘waiting grave’ seems so inevitable and a part of the beauty of the final challenge of being here.
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Thanks so much… 🙂
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Am really intrigued now by that
unchained vacuum,
swimming on its back
into its chrysalis;
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Thanks Marina, appreciate your comment.
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Here… no matter where we travel ultimately each of us will arrive at our departure…Amazing piece, so many phrases to love…
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Thank you Susie 🙂
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I especially like the second last stanza!
“when the universe wakes
in the softness of night,
abstractions peel away”
So very peaceful!
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Thank you Mary.
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I like this, especially:
“as the low light gargles
in the mindless river”
The personification of light gargling is fantastic.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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I like the ending verses, like an acceptance of one’s challenging journey “here” ~
Thanks for joining us Thotpurge ~
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Thanks Grace.
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Nice finding your page
http://shilpachandrasekheran.blogspot.in/?m=1
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Thanks Shilpa
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so many poignant metaphors exploding in pounding rhythm in my mind. Such a wondrous journey.
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Thanks so much TioStib 🙂
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When you this unapologetic in embracing the void, the void obliges by responding in a voice eerily like one’s own 🙂
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Yeah..then you merge into one, until neither one is left, just the eerie voice and its echo 🙂 Seriously though- was working on the “letting go and being reborn” angle but think it turned out all dark…
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The nook that bypasses the dark excels in being elusive.
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Totally… And no map either.
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