Beyond the Eclipse pt.1
by stan n nassano
Friday, June 19, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Beyond the Eclipse [pt.1]
Must I aimlessly wander
searching the stars, above
never satisfied, the
days drag on and on
dues having been render, or
so foolishly I thought…..
now I, find myself
In this quagmire of self,
self -doubt self-pity self........
stuck, in this silly muck, looking,
up, to ward those starry eyed skies above, which
Once I saw, so clearly,
a clarity almost unreal unnatural, a serenity
By this damned dreadful film of grit
Choking wall clouds of disgust
in this city of noise, city of dirt
A place of artificial light
a million tiny little
cluttering my sanity, my
visions ………..yet I have
memories, I so do
in the freezing, desert, mountain air
smoking breath, rising up
surrounded by a nothingness
A darkness a vast, blackness…out there
so still, so deep,
shattered ,only by the howling
of the wind or, that trickster …coyote
again ,no matter
or perhaps, the ghosts of my past
rising, up in the night, screaming profanities
I know it was real, it was
not a dream, these things, I heard
I felt . I tasted ,I remember, them….
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A deeply meaningful and reflective write the substance of which many will relate to. Thank you, Stan. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|the resonance of ever.after and before. . ..
the imperative BEing, endless, spiritual and full.
the truth of what always is inside us, longing to be heard and seen...really seen...felt.
absorbed and learned.
you transcend these thigns.
with your eyes and your heart and your pen.
so good tor ead you again.
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Deep and reflective write... nice writing, very nice.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Souls all over searching for a piece of peace. This reminds me of that scripture... it's eluding me a bit...something like...if you search for God in the fire, or in the thunder, you will not find Him, but in the quiet, inner voice you'll hear Him. I'll come back after I look that up, and give a better quote. All the same, I hope you find what you're seeking. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Someone once told me that mrmories and reality were separated by just one breath...
Your poem was riveting....
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Memories play tricks on us,and the more we remembr the more we see it differently than it was...Excellent poem, Stan...
gets us thinking...ET
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|The difference of what we remember and what the reality is. Life can be so difficult at times...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Fortunately, Stan, the reality of what we're missing
exists...in memories. I look forward to pt. 2.