Entombed alone, so very well said, Liz. We got to walk that lonesome valley,we got to walk it for ourselves, nobody else can do it for us...and so on goes the song. You capture the nuances and complexities of the fires of depression and fear that we each must traverse, and you do it well. I have to give you an A-plus here for being Liz at her best, and also a top of the chart best...Jerry
"Entombed alone" is a line that expresses so much and there are so many ways and reasons for which one can feel this way. The second stanza conveys the feeling of a powerful episode that comes to an end.
It's good to find your way back.
I don't know why, but this poem makes me think of manic depression.
First one is wild and believes their exuberant energy cannot be extinguished. Then the fire goes out and you become desperate to light it again. In both cases, you are at an extreme and it is within those extremes that people feel the most alive. ~ Sara
I agree with Sage, the emotions of the soul need to be expressed & never sedated..."Fevere of The Soul" is beautiful poetry grasping the pages of your den...from the very chambers of you
"Episodes"...ahhh the turmoil we share from deep with in...
Much Love & Poetic Expressions Den Sister
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Purging of emotional turmoil through the quill is much more therapeutic than popping a Prozac to rid the emotional "pockmarks" which scars the soul all too often...Fever of the Soul is the quintessence of symptoms defined and medicated through poetry of the soul...you should feel alive for days now...be well, Liz...
I knew we were soul sisters! This proves it, once and for all!
You express so well how it feels to stumble through life, buffeted by
gusts and pelleted with hail, sometimes in danger of burning, sometimes in danger of freezing, but always aware that you have it in you to keep going. Not only will you survive the storms, you will do everything you can to see that others make it, and you will squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of good days, however rare they may turn out to be.
Thank you for sharing, Luv Take care, xOx Phyllis xOx
Liz,
You are a survivor. I think this is your best description of these feelings yet. This poem shows us how these times affect every part of your life. Take care of you.
Sheila
... depleted but alive... always alive. You pen these forms of struggle so well, Liz, and, to a greater or lesser degree, perhaps many of us can relate - even if momentarily. I'm not being facetious, but with me it is a combination of suppressed stuff going back over all my life, probably, and just the exhaustion and poor resiliance due to age and hormones. My heart goes out to anyone for whom such battles go deeper, longer, more frequent. Bless you and thank God you can live in the moment, knowing that again you will survive and come through that bit stronger. Your light burns strong. Kate xx
WOW, absolutely beautiful I love the lines Fighting for survival
But deep in my heart A dim light burns...I always believe when I feel completely done that little light is there to guide me back. OH I love this poem it was so touching because someone believes what I've always believed but never express. Thank you. LOve, Bonnie
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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You grab and hold the reader with each poem - and you do it so well!!
Hugs,
Lance
It's good to find your way back.
Axilea
First one is wild and believes their exuberant energy cannot be extinguished. Then the fire goes out and you become desperate to light it again. In both cases, you are at an extreme and it is within those extremes that people feel the most alive. ~ Sara
"Episodes"...ahhh the turmoil we share from deep with in...
Much Love & Poetic Expressions Den Sister
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Love,
Sage
You express so well how it feels to stumble through life, buffeted by
gusts and pelleted with hail, sometimes in danger of burning, sometimes in danger of freezing, but always aware that you have it in you to keep going. Not only will you survive the storms, you will do everything you can to see that others make it, and you will squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of good days, however rare they may turn out to be.
Thank you for sharing, Luv Take care, xOx Phyllis xOx
Regis
You are a survivor. I think this is your best description of these feelings yet. This poem shows us how these times affect every part of your life. Take care of you.
Sheila
hugs
Fee
Be always safe,
Karen
Be well.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Edwin
But deep in my heart A dim light burns...I always believe when I feel completely done that little light is there to guide me back. OH I love this poem it was so touching because someone believes what I've always believed but never express. Thank you. LOve, Bonnie