Morning in the Eye

this morning is the placid eye

in the center of a sudden torrent,

and I stand within the womb

            professing symbolic resistance

 

abandon yesterday     forget

all of the tomorrows swaying

like Bluebells on a withering vine

 

brace for the closing walls carrying fragments

            of lost time     pieces of paradise

 

spun like silk from the marrow of bantling stars

and you  - standing in a doorway - crooked smile

remaining while all else is spirited away

 

this morning is the solitary summit

of something lost     broken

like so many jagged seashells bleached

            by an unforgiving sun

 

the kettle is boiling     shrieking as the Harpyiai,

but I am bare-footed on a disappearing shore

 sifting through mountains of white sand

            seeking something whole

Reviews

[Robert L. Franklin]

"this morning is the placid eye
in the center of a sudden torrent,
and I stand within the womb
professing symbolic resistance"

I really enjoyed this piece and I especially love this stanza. It really made me think. Great words, Sarah.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Robert! I'm glad you enjoyed this one!

[TL Boehm]

seeking something whole. There is this feeling of "emotional wreckage" here. A storm tossed poem. My brain is weary and so I'm struggling to review tonight - but some poems are windswept and others are close - tight little balls of seethe and venom - this is of the windswept species - the wild horse of a poem - mane tangled and solitary - backlit - faced into the coming storm.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I'm glad you enjoyed this one, TL...thank you so much!

[Rosaria_V]

Beautiful as always! Such a great write

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this one :)

[Nick.B]

Sometimes it's better to live the moment, not thinking about the future, past...great poem, very vivid

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I'm glad you liked this one, Nick.

[Great Aunt Astri]

A poem advocating 'being in the moment', but the birth pangs getting there seem very traumatic. A lot of lovely word pictures, but altogether, perhaps a bit too many. I felt I wanted more time and space to savor each one.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I have been accused of being too metaphorical...such is my style, I suppose :) Thank you for your review and honesty.

[Trace]

you have a genuine talent for writing in a fashion that captures the reader's attention and holds it throughout the poem. Excellent write. Trace

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

That is a great compliment...thank you so very much!

[Kleio13]

lots of images....very separated images. and yes you are boiling

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, my friend.

[kublakhan27]

Symbolic resistance...that's how it feels for me so much of the time, symbolic, and only accessible through my own writing...my defences against the solitude of so many mornings are weak if existent at all...the abandonment of yesterday strikes me as a dominant theme in your most recent works...perhaps if the bells of my tomorrows were more melodic and not so muffled, it would be easier for me to discard the past as I long to do, especially these days...as it is, I fill the kettle countless times, in hopes that the caffeine will provide me with the wholeness, or at least keep me awake long enough to seek it out...I long for those childhood mornings when getting out of bed carried a real sense of a new world unfolding...now it's just the start of another generic day...as always, you've captured a state of mind like no other writer I know can...well done my friend.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I get you my friend...I think that often we write in an attempt to bring our worlds into alignment; it is not always how we feel at the moment, but sometimes how we want to feel. I too long for things to be simple and easy...but it seems as though life just doesn't always work that way. Thank you so much for your words...I always appreciate them!

[SyberRose]

abandon yesterday forget
all of the tomorrows swaying
like Bluebells on a withering vine

brace for the closing walls carrying fragments
of lost time pieces of paradise

Beautifully penned and I liked the form also Sarah...enjoyed the grace of your words..Rose:)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Rose!