CADMIUM DIFFERENCE OF DAWN

he poem opens with a sense of admiration, expressing the poet's appreciation for someone's presence.

I like it WHEN YOU STAND HERE

  cause when i lose my mind

half of migratory birds 

sing within a circle /

Round about 

  

  inside my molten volcanic mouth

as Beauty deafens

then Makes them follow the appearance 

of a burning shadow of their echo'd

unknown ~~

The personal echo is wide to blaze

The carriage of mine canary birds

dying but singing, "I feel this one"

      The   carriage defends      its passengers      alive.

  Calcium passengers

CADMIUM   difference of dawn 

without her permission

Hot rigid detached dreams

            Legs as if they speak in her two herself

And she answers herself as she herself runs

   How can she fly in role of invisible island

I am the dead I am the living I am the poet

I am the sun I drown your parched throat

inside our heads we keep living and dreaming

and crying and weeping

One dream is simply of love.

:: 05.22.2023 ::

Author's Note

I spend a lot of time writing why I wrote words...more time than writing the poems themselves. I think it's because I'm so deep inside my skull no know (maybe some?) can understand. Here: The phrase "I like it when you stand here" hints at a personal connection or perhaps the allure of someone's physical presence.

The following lines, "cause when I lose my mind, half of migratory birds sing within a circle," create a vivid image of a mental state in flux. It suggests that within the chaos of the speaker's mind, there exists a harmony represented by the melodic songs of migratory birds. This imagery is further heightened with the metaphorical description of the speaker's "molten volcanic mouth." Here, the internal turmoil becomes a creative force that captivates and overwhelms.

The theme of beauty emerges as a powerful force that both deafens and beckons. The phrase "Beauty deafens" conveys the overwhelming nature of beauty, while the subsequent lines, "Makes them follow the appearance of a burning shadow of their echo'd unknown," present a captivating paradox. Beauty becomes elusive, drawing others toward a mesmerizing but intangible shadow. The combination of sensory impressions and abstraction adds an enigmatic quality to the poem.

The stanza continues with the introspective reflection of the speaker, describing a personal echo that encompasses a vast range of emotions and experiences. The metaphor of canary birds dying yet singing illustrates resilience and the enduring power of expression. The carriage, representing the speaker's being, is depicted as a protector of these fragile but defiant voices.

The poem takes an intriguing turn with the introduction of "Calcium passengers" and the "Cadmium difference of dawn without her permission." These phrases introduce a contrasting element to the previous imagery, suggesting a disruptive or unexpected occurrence. The precise meaning is left open to interpretation, allowing readers to engage with their own understanding of these enigmatic elements.

The subsequent lines, "Hot rigid detached dreams, Legs as if they speak in her two herself," provide a surreal image of limbs becoming vessels of communication. It evokes a sense of disconnectedness and introspection, where the speaker engages in a dialogue within themselves. The reference to an "invisible island" further heightens this sense of isolation and inner exploration.

The final lines, "I am the dead, I am the living, I am the poet, I am the sun," convey a powerful sense of identity encompassing both life and death. It suggests the universality of human existence and the transformative power of poetry. The imagery of drowning a parched throat speaks to a desire for liberation and renewal.

The concluding statement, "inside our heads we keep living and dreaming and crying and weeping, One dream is simply of love," encapsulates the human experience. It acknowledges the complexities of our inner worlds, where emotions intertwine with aspirations and longing. Love emerges as a unifying thread, a dream that transcends the trials and tribulations of life.

Overall, "Cadmium Difference of Dawn" is a rich and thought-provoking poem. It invites readers to delve into its symbolic language and explore the depths of human experience. Your skillful use of imagery, metaphor, and introspection creates a captivating piece that resonates with emotion and invites interpretation. Bravo, noble poet!

Reviews

[Lisasview]

I am reading your authors notes ...
I believe that in your second line you meant no one...not no know...only edit issue I found...
Anyway, I think I enjoy your authors notes more than your poems...Horrible thing to say...and, of course I read your poems as well.
I am blown away by your descriptions... The use of colourful words to describe ..so many thought provoking moments that are full...
The thoughts go crazy in my head as I read and reread your poems and notes.
Your gift for writing makes me step back and wonder... where did you get all this? ... and, how amazing that you are able to express yourself so well.
I feel this one along with the others I have read of yours is brilliant...really brilliant.
I did ask you in an early message if you are a professor..but got no reply... Perhaps you are a private person? And, that is of course okay...
Interesting to read about her legs.. the whole thing about limbs being able to communicate...
My newest poem (which I wrote when I was 20, in 1968... Wilted Soul (talks of severed fingers and when I read this part in your poem it brought me back to my poem...although, I can not compare my poetry in anyway to yours...as yours, well...I already said it ...is brilliant..
Lisa, still in Spain
Lisa

[E.P. Robles]

Dear sweet Soul! If I were a circle I could not find where I began. As a human being I know very well. One balances the other. Everything is beautiful. The beautiful and ugly. There are some things that have no words. I want to create them. While I busy doing this I write. I have had profound losses and heartache. Maybe one day we can talk about it. In place of that, my poetry speaks for me and it is my only true therapy!

[Lisasview]

Yes, I believe that writing is the perfect therapy... I have been writing since I was 10 years old... growing my feeling into handwritten words... Not sure if I have already told you this but when I was a child and upset about something my mother would say to write it down and then tear it up and throw it in the toilet... her form of therapy... I think she was quite smart.
Lisa