Frightened I
lightened the deepest
layer of sorrow
lifted by your voice
to fill myself with
light
An ambulance took you
to the nowhere of tonight
and straightened by my dignity
as always - as in the brown distance -
as in your favorite song’s unheard vibration -
I stood
and took myself too
to that nowhere
… A lake and city lights
made me cry
but enlightened I
stood on the verge of loneliness
with balance
forbearance
solace
Isolated
I-ce and I broke
its grip
warmth
comes from somewhere in deep
and whatever the frozen evening fog does
whatever it does
I
still stand
still sing
and swim
keep warm
unbound
Axilea,
The range from 'frightened' to 'unbound' is enormous and yet you span it thoroughly, confidently in the writing, and the senses of inward and outward calm and shock alternate and blend at once.
John
Axilea, I think I'll have to come back to this one too, if I
can find my way back through the frozen evening fog, alone and
reaching for you. Great writing. -gene.
warmth
comes from somewhere in deep
and whatever the frozen evening fog does
whatever it does
I
still stand
still sing
and swim
keep warm
unbound
for me, these lines - the ways in which they swim and breathe - stand alone as the essence of this complex unleashing of shock, with its ricocheting pools of confusion and calm. Like Charlie, I shall be back to "milk" this deep, self-reflective work again. As always, brilliant in conception and execution. TY xx
I love how you define your own word herein. On the one hand, you have the ill being propelled to nowhere through the night by ambulance, and on the other, you have the watcher, ambulating to somewhere through the darkness, by her own means. There is a strong sense of self determination in this.
She makes her own light from however she can to see her way--to warm herself, and uses it to combat the ice (ooo, I loved those lines! moving from "Solace" to "Isolation" to "I-ce" -- talk about marrying sounds!) anyways, she propels herself through the night, in spite of whatever frigid darkness tries to do. I find myself being rather proud of her. "Noctamublism" becomes quite a good word in my book. --Charlie
It isn't necessary to stand alone in the dark...especially when trials strike. Letting the light shine and feeling warmth from the light brings strength unmeasured and allows us to break that grip of ice.
This one is worth reading over and over again. I love that the meaning changes depending upon where you pause in the stanzas.
To stand tall and be strong when disparity strikes us, not for our own sakes but for the sake of those we love and cherish is always difficult. Sometimes we do have to look past the present and project ourselves to a better place to do this. Well written and very thought awakening.
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The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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love that last stanza, says it all.
An ambulance took you
to the nowhere of tonight
and the triumphant lines:
I
still stand
still sing
and swim
keep warm
unbound
Enjoyed as always. - David
Cheers
Alain
Ron
Eileen
The range from 'frightened' to 'unbound' is enormous and yet you span it thoroughly, confidently in the writing, and the senses of inward and outward calm and shock alternate and blend at once.
John
can find my way back through the frozen evening fog, alone and
reaching for you. Great writing. -gene.
comes from somewhere in deep
and whatever the frozen evening fog does
whatever it does
I
still stand
still sing
and swim
keep warm
unbound
for me, these lines - the ways in which they swim and breathe - stand alone as the essence of this complex unleashing of shock, with its ricocheting pools of confusion and calm. Like Charlie, I shall be back to "milk" this deep, self-reflective work again. As always, brilliant in conception and execution. TY xx
She makes her own light from however she can to see her way--to warm herself, and uses it to combat the ice (ooo, I loved those lines! moving from "Solace" to "Isolation" to "I-ce" -- talk about marrying sounds!) anyways, she propels herself through the night, in spite of whatever frigid darkness tries to do. I find myself being rather proud of her. "Noctamublism" becomes quite a good word in my book. --Charlie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Hope you are okay; you're in my prayers!
This one is worth reading over and over again. I love that the meaning changes depending upon where you pause in the stanzas.
Cryssa
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
Sheila