by George M Jackson
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
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Hello everyone. Sorry I haven't kept in touch lately. Needed some rest I spose. Will be around a lot more often now though.
Silent drifter, I can feel you there
At the heart of me, the thing I used
To be not so very long ago when
My world was much smaller and
Bordered on all sides by secret
Walls I never knew existed, but
Still I cowered in those shadows like
A hunted animal, a haunted shell and
There was graffiti there to mock what
I strived to become, words etched so
Deep that I thought they could never
Fade, words like Fear, Remorse, Guilt
And Sorrow, words that I created for
Myself over so many long, endless
Days I could not hope to count them
All…I could not hope…no…could not
Begin to understand just who I really
Wanted to be, as I had lost sight of
Who I was, there, as I lay drifting, there
Beneath a silent scream that lingered
Always behind a solemn face that felt
Ugly to wear, much too ugly for the likes
Of others to see, gaze turned down if
Someone looked my way, like a soiled
Garment tossed aside, never to be seen
Again, I felt this way, yes I felt this way
Even though I was loved…even though.
Silent drifter, I have changed somehow
But I am glad you are there to remind me
Of what I left behind, and I do not miss
That eternal scream because when the nights
Are long I lay awake, breathing softly as I
Listen, those walls still standing but not
Half as tall as I once thought, I listen from
My inkwell world, my heart dancing with
Moonlight as it drapes across my chest and
Upper arms, borrowed light from a silent
Vacuum, a phenomenon I understand so well
And so I strain my ears…but try not to embrace
That distant scream…
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|Reviewed by Cynth'ya email@example.com
|Hello Muncie Poet in zip code "02"
Keep the GPS system of Hope on autopilot, and you'll never be led astray. blessin's, and happy holidays,
cynth'ya lewis reed
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|An outstanding write..
|Reviewed by Michelle Mills
|This rocked! A wonderful, introspective, reflective piece. I see I'm not alone in my praise. From a fellow Hoosier...Michelle|
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|A DEEP IMBIDING LOOK INTO DEPTHS OF HUMAN EXISTANCE..........M|
|Reviewed by Sandi Schraut
|Look forward without a backward glance at the fears that made you scream, instead go forward with a new face turned toward the sun and the light of a new day! Love the words. Sandi|
|Reviewed by Dave Harm
|I was so glad to see you were back around - sorry I hadn't stopped by sooner. Excellent write. Those screams can kill us... if we let them. The fears, the remorse, the guilt... can be defeated!!! There is a saying in 12-step groups "We shall remember the past, but we won't dwell on it."
The past can lead us into a worse place then guilt. Shame! There is no way back from shame, it becomes us and rules us. Keep writing... keep talking... Gods speed!
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|I wish I coulda wrote this, dear George. Every word rings like the toll of the bell in my ears and heart and I am so glad you can look "back" on this Drifter-You as a former shadow. Today I can feel this shadow ever present in my soul, reminding me of the restlessness that is part of my fluid psychological and spiritual form. Heaven for me would be complete and utter rest... no more and no less. I applaud this confessional write that is neither maudlin nor overly sentimental... very objective, in fact. Each stanza stands strong and square and you take us through this journey incredibly well. I hope you are both rested and refreshed after your bout of illness and it is a joy to think you will be more present with us again. Your honest and laid-bare writes have been very much missed by me. It is a privilege to share in this one again today. We are like the dual masks... one sad, one happy... underneath perhaps very akin. Bless you and thank you. Kate xx|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|interwoven on many levels ... outstanding creation, George ...|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Many will relate to these meaningful verses, George; I know I do. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Ah yes, learning to co-exist with that "distant scream..."
Very nicely composed piece, George.
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|B r i l l i a n t. Man, do I relate!! T h a n k y o u !!! ~~~
|Reviewed by firstname.lastname@example.org Bennett
|IT IS ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO READ SUCH FINE WORK.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Your inkwell words continue to be most powerful, George; and glad to hear you're getting some much needed rest.|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|Look at you!!! Powerful message here and your maturity conquers the fear. I'm so very glad to see you back and also that happy and confident smile shines in your words.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Richard said it so well! Mike you can't know how glad I am to see you posting again! A meaningful poem of such inner anguish, yet the hope of leaving the screams behind and using the "inkwell" to share your gift!Welcome Back!;-)
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|enjoyed the read|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Such a multi-layered piece. Rich in vivid situationalism.
Silent drifter is mysterious - is it the voice of reason? Is it the voice of wisdom? Is it the voice of lessons gleaned from living?
"My inkwell world" albeit at once obvious, could also be a compelling metaphor to describe what writers do to find that beauty they so strive for - diving into the dark unknown!