all that weight of the universe
(not the universe itself, but you know that)
spinning on the axis of my denial,
sluggish now, overlapping days and nights,
heat and cold,
so much that this could just be last autumn or next;
I have asked, again, pleaded almost,
someone must be in charge,
who can reduce this unworldly heft,
offload those inflated dreams and hopes,
those unspoken mountains of love and guilt,
drain the seas that separate the shores
staring despondent into the expanding distance;
bury the burden of every human soul
in a landfill far away,
in a parallel emptiness,
so all thatโs left is a feathery light,
(not light itself, but you know that)
circling a contradiction,
gossamer filaments,
pink like the sun-kissed eyes of dawn,
swirling faster,
faster,
sweet like cotton candy,
sticking to my fingers, cheeks, your lips,
even denial smiling in the mirror,
a ludicrous rosebud mouth;
what do we say now,
the words we denied,
the feelings we denied,
now somewhere at the bottom of a cosmic heap,
just us and this nothing,
lighting up the night sky
in diaphanous pink,
sky-less chiffon kites,
strings tangled on a pointless axis of denial,
just us and this nothing,
whirling in a syrupy void,
reaching around to lick
the last fleck of spun sugar.
Yes, just us and this nothing, when there is denial.
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Wonderful contrast of the lightness and sweetness of candy floss and the burden of denial.
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Thanks Bryan.
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Delightfully sweet, whether as Cotton candy or metaphor. Good one! ๐
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Thank you.
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The metaphor is perfect for young and blind love. Well done.
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Ah, that syrupy void and pink imagery was in such contrast to the despondency, burden and landfill… Cleverly done, conveying the ‘blindness’ or ‘sweetness’ of love.
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Thanks so much Marina…
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The images and contrasts in this poem picture the emotions felt so well, how can something both be weightless and heavy at the same time…? Well they are actuality… The weight of vacuum.
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Thank you Bjorn…
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Excellent poem, enjoyed your imagery….
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Thank you ๐
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pink like the sun-kissed eyes of dawn..
This is absolutely breath-taking.. ๐
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Thank you Sanaa… ๐
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Intense emotion in this that speaks to the futility we feel at times, wondering what has happened to our hopes and dreams, So real as we age. And where does time go?
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Absolutely. Thank you Victoria. Appreciate your comment.
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Very bold & imaginative take on cosmic lore & consciousness; a unique metaphor for the conundrum we co-exist with, our galaxy being one grain of sand in the 500 billion others out there that we know about. I like the line /pink like the sun-kissed eyes of dawn/.
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Thanks so much Glenn.
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Love the metaphor of the sweet candy, whirling in the syrupy void ~ I specially admire this part:
in a landfill far away,
in a parallel emptiness,
so all thatโs left is a feathery light,
Thanks for joining us Rajani ~
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Thanks so much Grace.
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Yes indeed a triumph – brought beautifully to a climax and a close in the last four lines – a very strong finish to my reading here for the night – thank you… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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Thanks so much Scott.
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The cotton candy universe image works brilliantly here.
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Thank you… as if there’s any other kind of universe! ๐
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indeed ๐
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