The black cowl of grief is tight it steals the light while the wraith of darkness invades your marrow and twists your soul.
I am fodder for Nietzsche, his brand of bitter tasting despair invades my senses. He understands the shadows, yet I feel no stronger for it.
I am deep sea diving without oxygen- too busy trying to breathe, unable to see the beauty.
The living bury themselves deep and try to ring the bell with arthritic hands to signal that they are alive- but not quite ready,
while friends take the graveyard shift and wait and watch for the first glimmer or spark of life. Laughter, love and time can close, but never completely heal the wound;
I am fodder for Neitzsche, his brand of
bitter tasting despair invades my senses.
He understands the shadows,
yet I feel no stronger for it -- For me, this is the best stanza in the entire piece. The creativity level is beyond sharp and the cleverness is bright. You have really said something here, with these four, simple lines.
Overall, I like the concept of the piece and the way that you brought it from beginning to end without losing yourself in between. The first stanza, for some reason, did not pack the punch that the rest of the piece did--I'm thinking it is an imagery/flow issue with this opening stanza. Otherwise, this was an exquisit write.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
I agree with you. I want to keep the concept of the first stanza but it needs to be expanded somehow.. read moreI agree with you. I want to keep the concept of the first stanza but it needs to be expanded somehow so that its imagery is stronger rather than stark.
11 Years Ago
I changed that first stanza it may still need work but I think it is much better.
Those of us that have weathered true heartache and despair understand this place. It feels like you will never be whole, never be back to the real you, again. Your poetry flows within the depths of sorrow - wonderfully woven!
The scars of pain provide the lessons to enrich a brighter future. I have felt bitter sorrow, yet would not change a thing... Hard to believe, but the light at the end of the tunnel is bright, beautiful, and full of happiness.
A stunning write. It reminded me of where I have been, and how far I have come in this glorious life.
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11 Years Ago
What a beautiful response. Each experience changes us somehow, without them what would we be? Thank .. read moreWhat a beautiful response. Each experience changes us somehow, without them what would we be? Thank you so much for your review and your insight.
11 Years Ago
Your poem inspired a moment to pause and reflect on a road that, although difficult, has arrived at .. read moreYour poem inspired a moment to pause and reflect on a road that, although difficult, has arrived at a blessed place. Thank you for sharing :)
your situation is developing some very moving and sincere poetry Ice
This is pretty stunning
Be well.
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11 Years Ago
Thank you-
It is cathartic and I appreciate your comment and friendship.
11 Years Ago
well...I would never have even thought of the word Cathartic..My word power is a tad limited....But .. read morewell...I would never have even thought of the word Cathartic..My word power is a tad limited....But you are welcome
"I am deep sea diving
without oxygen- too
busy trying to breathe,
unable to see the beauty." ~~ Wow, this is such an emotional touching write, full of meaning.
Blue, this was absolutely amazing. I really enjoyed this piece. It was really touching. Your writes are full of honesty and passion. You put your heart and soul into them, always. Amazing, lovie.
Indeed we are my friend, but at times we must look at these scars and remember the good, for that is what will aid the healing. Very nicely penned with a heavy heart.
Thanks Jack and I am spending a lot of my time with those good memories. A lot of time looking at pi.. read moreThanks Jack and I am spending a lot of my time with those good memories. A lot of time looking at pictures and I do feel that. I am still struggling with the fact that I will never speak to him again and that just breaks my heart.
11 Years Ago
But Anne, you do speak to him every day because love never stops listening, no matter what.
"Grief is tight it steals
the light and hides it
while darkness invades
and fractures your soul.
I am fodder for Nietzsche, his brand of
bitter tasting despair invades my senses."
Wow . You writes are so good and full of deep meanings...Thank you for sharing...:)
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