Charged by emotions...both good and bad...I've learned to embrace it all.
WhiTe
NoiSe
This white noise it is the consequence of my instability I watch in wonder as many specters rise from the unearthing It is time now to harvest the fruit possessed by sorcery and wonder let go of the restraints for this ordained shepherdess; labors forth a monstrosity another hum, I feel the thrum these birthing pains are never done.
****STATIC****
At last this energy becomes alive another tainted conception made sacred a thousand minutes of prayer and tribulation the rising blackness is now one alive and without segregation it feeds quietly upon me with an eager predation.
****STATIC****
I give in dissolved by the spectrum of chaos I'm now at peace with this beautiful desolation defiled and deaf enlightened by the carnal knowledge this confusion has been gifted by the feign that's shrouded within.
FYI: I want to thank all my friends for the love and support they have shown my daughter. It's because she's doing well with some new medications, that I'm finally allowed to visit my home here on WC. Much luv....thank you.
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Hehe excuse me for a second when I saw the photo With the words white noise I thought That litlle was the poem hehe :) I find it incredible how you wrote this and even the format incredible! :) You have created a very well written and provoking Poem :) Enjoyed reading it :)
'As Olla said, " I had to read this several times."
Your writing is the work of masters, you are
imbued with an understanding of the universe.
But, you are a MOM and as such you are beset
by the worries of the universe.
The White Noise are the friends and neighbors
prayers, they suffuse you , crowding out the
negatives, reestablishing your roots with your
daughter where the real value in living lies.
I pray that she i s fully recovered.
---- John
Wow! This is Superb! You pull me into the White Noise.. The imagery of this piece is charged with energy that I can't explain... your pen is definitely electric! I love the last stanza.~ To give in, allows the peace to flow freely...when we are at the point of enlightenment. Amazing write!
Agree with Chris, one of your finest. It can be cathartic to deal with our pain by creating art - and you have excelled here. The differing fonts and chilling images contrast with beautiful descriptions like being "at peace" with your desolation. Simply wonderful.
This reminds me of the ying and yang within. Life seems ordained to be made up of the good and the bad whether we like it or not. Nature consists of clear skies and storms. we are a reflection of that nature and your poem seems to acknowledge the acceptance of both as a part of life, of the mind, and as a part of the cycle that continues around us.