Falling into the Long Stare

many war veterans experience long stares

Falling into The Long Stare

Whoops! I slipped!
Consciousness falls into a long stare
The nether world where nothing & everything coexist
Hubris, the beauty of grace, black echoes, a railroad of dreams,
The Long Stare sends itself further into
Ghosts, pygmies, laughing turtles, who else except I
sitting in a Long Stare of me.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Moon's Fairest Daughter!

There is so much inside.

Regards,
Al

[Moonie]

Love the lines-
"Hubris, the beauty of grace, black echoes, a railroad of dreams, "
and
"Ghosts, pygmies, laughing turtles, who else except I "
The randomness that you've sprinkled in the poem is so calculated in a way...it is a random list but one with a defined direction and intention...

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Aunt Astri!

Careful don't stay to long. You may never leave.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Lydia!

Yes it seems to have universal instincts. Welcome aboard!

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Paul!

When nursing a wounded muse this was my place to nurture me.

Regards,
Al

[Great Aunt Astri]

I love the references. I often 'Whoops' and slip. But long stares can be helpful. Loved your poem.

[Lydia Shutter]

Not only war veterans experience this "long stare", Al. I often sit staring into space reliving events of my life, hearing old voices....a sort of "what was I thinking?" movie plays in my head and I stare into the distance only seeing the past. As you can tell, I identified with this one. Lydi**

[Paul Bell]

Always think you should go where you feel safest.
Certain things, faces in crowds, stop you in your tracks, and you go into that trance state.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

I remember Jane's brother, a year home from Nam, one word, one word was all he said, "Hello".
I think he lived there.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the wonderland you create, a sort of perfect trance....i would stay unconscious...and stare forever...a kind of buffer for the bad memories that haunt.