The Safe Haven

The Safe Haven;

-

the mirror is full of noise

                                 and shadow

we are all the ghost of some other experience

     made from the stardust and  space dust

of the dead, on the outside, looking

outwards,

watching comets and falling stars and dying, 

exploding rebirthing universes in a litany

of reverberated big

bang hiss and growl, heard inside, at the

apex of humanoid ears / like a 

                                             cymbal /

                                                           smashed

-

-like a tear of ice

freezing rivulets of sweat

onto stalactites of dead thought

shivering, trembling

in the ambient chaos of cave - like

dreams,

-

I float, unseen, unheard, unfelt, 

      for the most,

but my heart beats a ferocious beat , the hard riff

the pound pound pounding pounding

                            the internal walls of mind

         to nothing but the memory

    of rust,--

-

this sliver of mine, caught

between dimensions,

neither living, nor dead, 

adrift on the ocean

sweet scarlet motion of ocean

     of a sea horse of foam

     in situ,     frozen crystals

in the moon

     this ghost place of mine

     Safe haven,

                        hidden in the shadows

where no-one will find

                                        ( of mind, )

                                         ( of mine, ) x

Reviews

[Eilis]

Hey, Gram. I love the safe haven you've created among the chaos of life. The chaos of creation seems like the place where the greatest comfort can be found within the context of the poem. Perhaps in the possibility. If something is always beginning, then the endings are not so final. Or that is what your words make me think. I really liked the (x) at the end. It is this kind of comforting dialogue with the self where the things on the outside that try to worm in and take away the us of us lose their power because the power of the poet to live within the confines of reality and imagination simultaneously usurps the ability of reality to do permanent damage. I feel like your poem is saying we are never alone when we have a private place of contemplation within us. Reminds me of the planet where The Little Prince stands alone looking down at the larger world. From above everything looks smaller and more muted and less significant. I suppose that can be a blessing or a curse depending on what we need. But the distance and ability to see the bigger picture. Like where you begin with the cosmic players. The things that birthed us but also remained as they were as we went through all these different evolutions. So, there is constancy among the upheaval and chaos. A safe haven for those who are seeking it and are open to the mixing of reality and spirit that can sustain us. Always great to read your poems. There is always so much within the universe of each to discover.

[gram linski]

hey, Eilis, thanks for the great review, aye you are right about the safe haven and needing to find that space that inner peace and harmony in the s**t of life, even if it is in the eye of the storm the quietest part as the maelstrom of life and chaos whirls around you, really love what you see in my poems, thanks as always for your deep insight and kind words, I really do appreciate your time and valued opinion, take care over there