A Sliver Against The Trees

Twilight, the most bewitching

of moments, where colors spill

from a painter’s palette and

fill the sky with the heated hues,

that blaze beyond my myopic world.

 

Fall’s frigid air thick and heavy

displaces my weariness.

I am Sisyphus cursed

with a burdensome stone

burnished smooth by insanity.

 

Here in the betwixt

I am at my most content.

Free from harsh daylight and

the deadened cloak of night

I linger, a sliver against the trees,

 

reveling in this limbo hour

where demands lie still and

the beat of my heart slows

allowing a deep fresh breath

 

…of nothing.

 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Captivating read, as your words always are Anne, perhaps you can direct me to those trees my friend.

[icelandicblue]

They can be anywhere dear girl, these were at the edge of the woods by my school. So very good to see you. You have been sorely missed.

[Frieda P]

I'll have to make a trek north it seems, meet you at the outskirts of sanity. Thanks Anne, I've missed you too, always a pleasure to read you my friend.

[Tom]

Yes indeed, there are all kinds of wonderment and even magic in that never, never time as daylight fades to night!

What an enchanting, imaginative scene you have poetically painted here ice'blue, within these flowing words!

[icelandicblue]

I appreciate that Tom, thank you.

[Tom]

You are so welcome ice'blue, the pleasure is always mine !!

[Lydia Shutter]

Sisyphus....an onus no one wants to shoulder. To be able to make the stone smooth.....to push it up and watch it fall again and not feel a bit frustrated....ah, that is true serenity. To hang between the night and day, between the winter and the fall, between contentedness and worry...a purgatory to some, but a glorious state if you ask me. Beautifully written emotion, Blue. Lydi**

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Lydi there is a magic in the in between time.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The myth of Sisyphus is a harsh one and his burden would indeed drive one insane. To keep pushing that boulder to the top of the hill, only to have it roll backwards, so that he has to push it up all over again, over and over and over. Your poem has a soft serenity to it that I doubt Sisyphus would ever know.

[icelandicblue]

You are right, but in that moment my own insanity from pushing the boulder of having an addicted son seemed very far off and peaceful. I was able to let that boulder rest if only for a moment and just be. Thank you so much for your lovely review.

[David Scott]

Blue, you give vision when the world sees only the tip of their nose...
Yet, I question your conclusion here. As a feeling I accept this. Nothing is indeed a word for an emotion.
Philosophically, even in feeling nothing we violate the words definition. We feel... Or have awareness even if we deny feeling anything but "nothing".
Beyond playing with words, the larger the vacuum the more of everything is drawn to fill it.
What a wonderful universe? The only thing truly absent is the "nothing" we have been trucked into believing exists... Ah... I'm thinking this may indeed define what scholars explore as Hell.

Loved the poem btw! I can totally relate to this feeling. I had to explore my own emotions as I read and reviewed.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks David- the nothing for me is the silence, the lack of worry and the simple act of existing in a perfect void- like floating in space.

[David Scott]

I see Blue. Yes, it is a feeling of calm as well. I went to the "dark side". Ha. "The force is strong in this one." ;)

[Ruth]

Wow...beautiful...

Such a time is wonderfully expressed here...a limbo time in itself that can pause us for a little breather and we can gather momentum...least for a while...much enjoyed x

[icelandicblue]

Hi Poppy-

Thanks so much for your lovely comment...a respite of sorts, yes.

[Joiedevivre]

a heartfelt pause from the sometimes tornadic chaos of life!

[icelandicblue]

Love that a tornadic chaos of life, thanks joiedevivre.

[Angel]

I can see you in my mind's eye...leaning back against a silvery tree trunk, the woods around you still bursting with fall colors, a bit of mist swirling...taking that deep, beautiful breath...
...of nothing.
Oh, it is cool and relaxing, and your tired lungs are eager for it...

[icelandicblue]

That is so true, my tired lungs are ready.
Thank you Angel.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we seem on the border of insanity...which feels much like that rock we try to roll up hill at dusk, trying to get it up there before darkness overcomes us...and find ourselves in the depths of a depression we just can't get out of.

nicely penned, Anne.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks jacob and perhaps for just a moment a respite to realize the fleeting beauty we often miss because we're so busy mired in our emotional stuff. Appreciate the read and the comment.

[Baby Ricochet]

Love the ending. I had to look up Sisyphus up and then remembered "Oh yeah, boulder dude."
This really is a good poem Blue. Lots of emotion. Outstanding work lady.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks BR- actually I learned most of my Greek myth stuff from Xena Warrior Princess I used to love that show. ; )