his wit is charming as well as alluring
yet its deceptive nature doesn’t fool me
nor do I think he cares a bit
though I know his quiet smile
is inflated with the exuberance of a first place sprinter
it is also fused with the frustration of a fallen god
he dreams of foreign places and unfamiliar faces
while struggling to alter
the scenery of familiar surroundings
he chases fireflies while recreating
the darkness they need to subsist in
and endeavors to control
the fluency of their flickering presence
his relationships
are interfused with misty shadows,
nude curvatures of eyeless beings
and remarkably intelligent invisibles
he sleeps with both eyes open
watching me watching him
gazing into the depths of his remarkable creations
and yes, he doesn’t care a bit
yet still inquires if he snores
for me anyway-that's where my visuals went anyway:
"he sleeps with both eyes open
watching me watching him
gazing into the depths of his remarkable creations"
"misty shadows, nude curvatures & remarkably intelligent invisibles"
yeah a totally cool God Poem!!
In The Presence
Vickie
Deb
the darkness they need to subsist in
and endeavors to control
the fluency of their flickering presence
...Elements of both the observer and the observed here; the explorer as well as the pychological terrain of his/her analysis. Reminds me of my love of keeping caterpillars in jam jars when I was young to watch for their moment of transition and metamorphosis. I can relate wholeheartedly to both the self-dissection and the knowing fascination of learning to understand the Everyman's whole story. And I, too, wonder if I REALLY know what it is to feel and to care, rather than to want to or to merely understand and assent to the theory of doing so. Being seen to be able to be so coolly reasoned is often taken for heartlessness when, in fact, it is quite the opposite. Sometimes we are so challenged by the vast unchartered seas of emotion within us that we have to seek to keep them totally where we can see them, under the microscope - and firmly under lock and key! Hence the need for control. I really like where this write takes my mind, Kartero. I hadn't foreknown how I was going to respond to this poem and I like that. And my response has taken me by surprise which I like even better! :)) Love Sage's comments about sawing the legs off the bed to cure snoring... I believe it probably does work as hubby suffers a very rare REM disorder which renders him violent in his sleep; however, he's very much better the closer to the ground he is, funnily enough! Just goes to endorse the idea that we all have a basic need to feel safe, even if it is subliminal. xx
misty shadows, a charming wit of that man who asks if
he snores. Wonderful father's presence you have reflected
brilliantly Jude.. Lady Mary Ann
Axilea
Wow, I guess you got me going here, that is what you do best!
Peace, light and love,
Amber
Ron
consistenly with Your thoughts *jude*
Thanks for letting us in on the snoring bit!!!
Lady Vivian
Powerful poem of fear and what you must watch for.
Interesting poem, very thought provoking. I liked it VERY much
Love and Light
Lily
Take care,
Sherry
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