First the door, then the handle, the crooked mat where wind has shook its hand, then out into the street where the first thing is "this" and farther onpast "that" where they are trying to make a buck or con a sweet child into the tavern for a smile or down a ways further onto the highway where the flasks of steel are rumbling and pumping, saying, "not here, not now", and still further, past the lights that pour like rain onto your hand where you find yourself in a stillness praying. Not the stillness of your fear but its freedom. Not the oneness of your soul but its death. You are wandering without pattern into the strange hues of the meadow, into the battered skies that drink a simpler whiskey. You are home and not home. You are young and not young. The years lapping with the stride you have adopted and it is unsure. You kneel and walk at the same pace. You see the entrance and say, "not yet, not now" turning back to the safety of the handle and the tap and the open window that if you truly thought with clear eyes you would return to this odd country and smile and take off your coat and never return.
wonderful to read something so much like You, a real piece of your real world. the difference here it's like it is complete, everything is here, two opposite sides come to bond as one, something like the right brain lobe join the left lobe to make the whole brain, lost but found. "Not the stillness of your fear but its freedom. Not the oneness of your soul but its death" here an example, this speaks a lot, free but not alive, it's like a heart without a beat, there is peace but not that peaceful peace but more of a peace that comes along numbness, that kind of numbness that comes as a result of great and deep pain, again the last sentence address it in a way or another, never return can be either freedom or death, but what I do sense here a "never return" out of strength, it's not the time yet to leave such beauty. to witness and melt in the beautiful freedom of nature gives the strength and power to live and not die, to live there and only there in that beautiful freedom and never return.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
"Freedom or death"..."Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished To die; to sleep;
To sleep: pe.. read more"Freedom or death"..."Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished To die; to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there is the rub"...but first the handle...it's easy really. Thank you for your wonderful words as always G.
3 Years Ago
"it is really easy" I have heard this many times in my life, but I already knew at most of them that.. read more"it is really easy" I have heard this many times in my life, but I already knew at most of them that it is not, good to know though that it is really easy for You.
Ah...One of my old favorites ...but I've never been one for adding music to my poems..not a bad thou.. read moreAh...One of my old favorites ...but I've never been one for adding music to my poems..not a bad thought though. Evolution ...never a bad thing if it pushes through old walls. Thanks~
3 Years Ago
most of the times I add music for me (for my personal reasons) not for the reader, I don't like putt.. read moremost of the times I add music for me (for my personal reasons) not for the reader, I don't like putting music with words I know it' can be disturbing. as for the song, long story need not to be told though.
This reminds me of someone with extreme anxiety issues and they want to leave their home and explore the town or city driving even further to the countryside and enjoy nature only to back away from the door handle thinking not today but maybe tomorrow
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Never thought of this poem like that but that is actually how a lot of how my life turned out much l.. read moreNever thought of this poem like that but that is actually how a lot of how my life turned out much like Jack Kerouac's "On the Road" along with several others such as adventures such as "Dharma Bums" and "Big Sur" crossing the Continental Divide on my eighteenth birthday. Then later on heading into Big Sur which end I won't give away to those who have not yet read it as of yet...quite the tear-jerking, Did not realize I was living those books at the time. ..Wonderful insight Poetic Beauty. Thank you again.
3 Years Ago
I always find it quite amazing how each one of us can read a poem and see something or feel somethin.. read moreI always find it quite amazing how each one of us can read a poem and see something or feel something different from another
This reminds me of dreams that people have where they wake up and can't remember a single thing about them.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
I do have those few seconds every now and then when the mind is struggling to wake, stirring and un.. read moreI do have those few seconds every now and then when the mind is struggling to wake, stirring and unsure to figure out just who, where, and why in time am I, desperate to hold it as long as possible...not wanting to return to the awareness or waking mind. Sometimes I can hold the peacefulness for over five minutes..love that. Thanks again, Kaylor.
This to me, feels like a mystical journey of the subconcious mind....a journey into the unknown, yet it feels kinda familiar...in a weird, parallel universe kind of way.
I wrote something today... not sure how it is, exactly...it came to me as I took a walk today.. which kinda brings me back to your piece...
Interesting... or is it???
lol
french teeth!!!
lol
Catch up soon!
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
lol..I shall go and see and thanks Walker woman ..ll. ~ A!
You were closed for a while but i saw margies link to your poem so I clicked it and I am so glad I did:) its so funny i was just pondering motion all morning and here I read this just now:) It is indeed the simplest of things yet it can be so damn formidable at times:/ I did just that this morning I went to the riverside and had a breakfast sandwich and watched the water flow thru the tree branches:) Then I meditated amongst the gawking dog walkers and joggers running down the path and found a nice clarity and penned a nice poem afterwards. The thought flow of this poem is fantastic my friend I enjoyed your stroll today too!
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Well thank you kind sir. always trying to find a word for that state of daydream when the words come.. read moreWell thank you kind sir. always trying to find a word for that state of daydream when the words come in from constant nothingness..it's there and then well Hemingway had a great title A Moveable Feast and somehow that seems to be a fit...not sure why ..perhaps cause it's the mind that is walking...out from all things that seem so important but there really not. Storage units made a billion dollar business out of it...tipping my hat..soon as I find it.
Margie brought me here and so glad she did. This is wonderful for it can mean and all the ways I can relate to it.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Margie does do that sorta thing doesn't she?..lol Thank you so much for the kind words and orange tr.. read moreMargie does do that sorta thing doesn't she?..lol Thank you so much for the kind words and orange truck door..they go together vert well so I'm told ;)
WOW! WOW! And WOW! This is stunning writing & I'm jealous times a thousand. This is so fresh, it smacks me in the face. This is so inventive, I want to try to write something like this someday. When I volunteered at an animal shelter walking dogs, for the first stretch, the dog would be wild with the need to get away from all that captivity & aggression, pulling on the leash. But after a certain point in the walk, the dog would tune in to my vibe & mellow out & our walk went very differently after that. That's how this passage feels, as if the walk goes from the mechanical observation of stuff along the way, to more about how the mind goes expansive after getting more oxygen. I love this (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Well About F*****G TIME someone came along and saw this poem for the genius that it is... DAMN IT S.. read moreWell About F*****G TIME someone came along and saw this poem for the genius that it is... DAMN IT SIX WAYS TO VERONA, CALIFORNIA!!...LOL. I actually loved this one when it was first finished. I had to thank it and place it under the soft moss, with holy oils that kept it away from all the harmful things and yet still allowing it to ferment beneath in shade and smoke where the maggots wouldn't trouble it and the soft hour of morning could read it and decide for its own, just as you have done yourself dear dear Margie.Just as you always do Barleygirl...Never a poem until California reviews it..lol. Thank you for drinking this one inso early...I hate it when my children don't get their proper dues..;(..hahaha.
Love your righteous response! I had to try to write something in a similar vein. Just posted "The Ki.. read moreLove your righteous response! I had to try to write something in a similar vein. Just posted "The Kitchen" . . .
4 Years Ago
Working on broken toes but you know I will be there very soon and should be VERY interesting...From .. read moreWorking on broken toes but you know I will be there very soon and should be VERY interesting...From the walk to the kitchen?..Yep, ya got my interest peaked. Should be there soon. Just have to reset two stupid bones in the nest hour..some days huh. Thanks Margie!~
4 Years Ago
Sorry your tootsies are worse for the wear & tear (((HUGS)))