Canvas

I fell between notes in bottomless white

hung on to a D and then an S to the right.

Who knew Despair could save life?

What I write, where I fall

Who I am between love,

and nothing at all.

Why I do, why I pen, why I 

continue to share

a rough heart worn,

torn, and brazenly bare.

Reasons, fall to the floor

then spring to the furnace

heated enshrined

snow-melted in earnest.

I climb back out, a will full of spite

and plague with words, that bottomless white.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I like this poem a great deal, especially the lucid imagery and the power of your thoughts and meanings, very well done! Awesome!

[Ruth]

Cleverly spun! I like your work, always gives me pause to think on other levels x

[Mark]

Thank you my sweet friend. Your work does the same to me.

[dw817]

⊰ℛℛ⊱
I'm reading this and from the top, one would think you are clinging precariously to the E for dEspair ? :)

As for why we write. My doctor told me it was therepeutic. While he likes our conversations every week, he thinks it's good therapy for me to write out events in my life so he can read them directly. It makes me not feel so ashamed or hurt by them then, and I can better come to terms with my past.

I think this is true of all writers. And yes, to climb the worn ladder, you must give up your fears and hope for a higher landing - in time. It will all come to us - everything we needed to know about ourselves - in time. :)

[emmajoy]

There's a near gasping read to this, , punctuation forming short bursts of words .. attempts to find a place, reality.. to level the emotion, calm it, quiet it into a place where sense makes sense. Expressing emotion is something that doesn't come easily; the emotion is real but somehow the writing isn't enough .. nothing seems to translate.. and thus the deathly pale, the white - emptiness perhaps and so very sad. Incredibly emotional.

[TL Boehm]

Who knew despair could save a life. Love the wordplay in this. "What I write, where I fall..." love and the loss of it is like this.

[shallimarRose]

Mark you had me at the title and this poem did not bring disappoint..
Strong emotional pull... "why do I write"
"I fell between notes in bottomless white
hung on to a D and then an S to the right."
outstanding.. xo Rose

[Mark]

Thank you so much Rose :)

[shallimarRose]

You are most welcome Mark.. Its a strong piece.. Rose

[s y e]

This is such a strong write, Mark - the message portrayed is amazing and the way you've written it is great! I've missed reading you, sorry I have been scarce.

[Mark]

thank you dear. I hope school is productive for you :)

[Frieda P]

Love this one Mark...I write, therefore I am, even in despair.

Who I am between love,
and nothing at all.

That's a lot of wide open space right there.

[Mark]

Thanks dear friend. :)

[Frieda P]

My pleasure Mark, you're on my dusty bookshelf now. ;-)

[Jack...]

When we feel empty we can't stand the thought of empty, so we fill whatever we find, whether it be a whiskey glass or a white piece of paper, we have this need to fill in hopes it will relieve our own emptiness. Very nicely done Mark.

[Mark]

Thanks Jack glad you saw something in the work.