Flux

Flux

A Poem by Ashira Macy

Banging on impermeable

Sound-proof walls

Of this hour glass,

Slowly filling to the brim

With skin scorching,

Suffocating sands of

If only

And shattered seashells of

Too late.

Roads take sharp turns,

The grit flowing backwards

In disordered fluctuation,

Tearing at the psych

In a torrent fit for

The asylum of

Could be

And hopeful chant of

I can…

© 2014 Ashira Macy


Author's Note

Ashira Macy
Came to me during work today for some reason.

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OK .. can not help but be curious as to your work place!? :) i think those little bold phrases .. such common self talk quotes is a great idea .. they bring your poem home to everyone .. and the images and feel of rasping over road rash in between is exquisitely tormenting .. after all that the relief of that beautiful little action potential .." I can..."
glad i stopped here this morning .. nice one!
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ashira Macy

10 Years Ago

I work at a pizza joint and I hate it. Lol! But yeah, this was just how I was feeling one day. Negat.. read more
Einstein Noodle

10 Years Ago

i worked at an Italian Restaurant in upstate NY many moons ago and learned to toss pizza dough .. i .. read more



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Tearing at the psych
In a torrent fit for
The asylum of
Could be
And hopeful chant of
I can…

Wonderful write dear friend.....

Posted 9 Years Ago



I have read some of the previous reviews and know how it feels to be in a job you do not like. I agree with you that it can lead you down a corridor of doors that maybe don't open to rooms of bright white light. However, I feel the dark rooms hold more creativity and truth at times. The poem transports you behind the glass and onto the hill of sand. As I continued to read I felt the walls closing in and the need to escape. The last words "I can, " I imagined on an emergency hatch leading out of the hour glass to new dreams and goals.

It was great to read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I love your poetry. Had a drive and always interesting pattern.
"The asylum of
Could be
And hopeful chant of
I can…"
The above lines are amazing. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote


Posted 9 Years Ago


I like how claustrophobic this piece feels..even the font is a little suffocating. I like the fact that there was a bit of optimism at the end. It felt like a release. Did you feel trapped or stifled when you wrote this?

Posted 9 Years Ago


I love the hourglass setting, makes me wish I'd thought of such a foundation. I've always been fascinated with the concept of time, clocks, etc. I wonder, in this poem, what happens when the hourglass flips and time starts again, if you're a grain of sand in the collection and have no concept of age or deadlines like who watches you fall all over yourself and each other... I find the idea of such repetition mind blowing. I guess it's all metaphorical anyway but still. Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more..tell me then, what was it for?

Sorry I'm rambling, I just really liked this lol

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love everything about this piece you drifted to a dark place and then bam out of the blue is I can. Beautiful AShira absolutely beautiful!!!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ashira Macy

10 Years Ago

Thanks Micky! Sometimes we have to be in our darkest place before we can be rejuvenated by hope yet .. read more
I am trying to come to terms with it, I like your writing don't get me wrong...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Ashira Macy

10 Years Ago

No worries, this is complicated and multi-layered, not to mention super abstract.
This could be taken quite a few different ways, which may be why I like it so much. It really is very well written. The suffocating sands... deep and brilliant.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ashira Macy

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Brit!

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Tags: flux, fluctuation, uncertainty, confusion, finding myself

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Ashira Macy
Ashira Macy

Martinez, CA



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