Reminds me of a curio concert hall
Crammed with citizens of the “new republic”
With artists and poets
With actors and musicians
With dreams of a inspired world
I sit on a couch and look out the window
To an ocean
Reflecting stars
I hear distant waves
Cushion the isolation of this ghostly place
Where moonbeams wander past curtains
Casting strange shadows upon the wall
Dancing around a fireplace
Smoldering with embers of tired thoughts
Ablaze with a delicate draft of heat upon my flesh
From up the winding staircase
I can just about hear you singing
Humming words I cannot understand
Significant only to the vapor of your memory
Spoken to faces no longer there
But it does not matter
For there is a tone of happiness
Still lingering in your tone
Maybe I am wrong and the faces can hear you
And I, just a visitor
Astonished by the energy
Residing in this exposé
Visualize life through your eyes
And now I am again reminded
How life still continues
Even in the moment
When everything seems to die
"And now I am again reminded
How life still continues
Even in the moment
When everything seems to die "
These verses touched my soul particularly but the whole poetic offering "spoke" to me. Thank you. Love and peace to you, Jude. Regis
And I, just a visitor
Astonished by the energy
Residing in this exposé
Visualize life through your eyes
loved these and also the lines Peter picked below. wherever the heck you were, the actress living in yesteryear's house or some other mansion, what a gift to see ocean reflecting stars, not to mention the opportunity to witness the "life" that lingers around the memory of a (missing?) inhabitant.
Ah, yes... the life-death continuum... the shedding of skins and the moving onwards and upwards to higher ground; metamorphosis, shape-shifting and change: it's all here, isn't it?! And what about the inhabiting of the eternal reality, the plane where two interlocked souls are always together - perhaps THAT is why she sings and hums?! She is, in fact, seeing and hearing the presently "absent faces". Life is a continuous paradox: plateaux, tablelands, stony paths and new ground. Love Sherry's points that there are also, indeed, those mountain camps along the way which demark irrefutable and irreversible change, enforcing a metaphysicial separation with that which has gone before. And, like Sue, I saw the actress with all her old play bills in this write, too. Looks like the dancing bear has made a getaway, though... perhaps he just metamorphosed into the Knight's suit of armour on the stairs instead... well, at least it's a few steps up! :)) Kate xx
were you visiting your older actress friend? or was she an artist, i just remember an earlier poem mentioning her and the house. this is wonderful, the scene comes alive with the ghosts of the past
As you evolve into your new birth, i'm happy to see you are still keepng that keen sense of "celestial audience" that surrounds you that speaks to your spirit and has always enhanced and taken your poetry to stellar heights. Awesome poem!
This one takes the reader with you right past the drawn moat and to the castle keep. I can almost hear the princess in her tower. Iknow it is a mansion but I envisioned a castle when I read it. Gret write.
Robert
Beautiful writing...and of course one I can relate to. I have a tendency to find darkness sometimes thought unwanted and then I have to scramble for the light. I wrote about it today...
Your words have great emotion and are powerful.
Antoinette
This poem sounds as though you are going through great change, like you have reached a crossroads in your life and have decided to take one night to feel all that has passed, before continuing on your journey. Sometimes I think our lives are divided into segments and that we take on gradual changes as we travel through each segment until one day we realize that we have evolved into a new space where we are an embryo, once again, with only memories behind us, awakening to the new light of day. We are nothing if not a Being evolved from all that we have lived through, but at times the new door opens and we must either stay behind and become stagnant or walk through it and continue upon our intended journey. This is excellent writing, Robert!
Excellent; memories do linger; my godfather lives in the same home he and his wife lived in for fifty years, even though she passed 20 years ago; he turns on the record player and listens to the vinyls he and his wife danced to when they were young; pleasant memories last longer than unpleasant. Nice write.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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I really like the scene you set for an evening of deep contemplation.
Peace,
Joseph
This is really gorgeous! That's all I can type without taking up your whole page!
Allen
How life still continues
Even in the moment
When everything seems to die "
These verses touched my soul particularly but the whole poetic offering "spoke" to me. Thank you. Love and peace to you, Jude. Regis
Astonished by the energy
Residing in this exposé
Visualize life through your eyes
loved these and also the lines Peter picked below. wherever the heck you were, the actress living in yesteryear's house or some other mansion, what a gift to see ocean reflecting stars, not to mention the opportunity to witness the "life" that lingers around the memory of a (missing?) inhabitant.
Quite a magnificent expose and revelation !
" Significant only to the vapor of your memory
Spoken to faces no longer there "
Peter
Paul;-]
I agree with the others, the last stanza is very powerful and touching
love and peace
Huda
Peace, Carole
Eileen
Felix
b
Beautiful writing...and of course one I can relate to. I have a tendency to find darkness sometimes thought unwanted and then I have to scramble for the light. I wrote about it today...
Your words have great emotion and are powerful.
Antoinette
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka