Intention

 

 

 

For so long her existence was a desiccated palisade

 

Yearning freedom of languish existing beyond shade

 

Arctic chill of nonexistent breath blew on soft ivory skin

 

Journey of sheer memory through many places she'd been

 

Desolation overtook passion where ability was scattered

 

Leaving soul stifled in stale air and her psyche shattered

 

Scars from her bed of thorns are now plucked one by one

 

Shade from window pulled back to reveal the bright sun

 

New air blows and her heart begins to pound lively again

 

Naïve girl with dreams flies in sky as a weak baby wren

 

Wings fragile as she flutters vagrantly in fast fading fear

 

Courage whispers “Fly harder for journey‘s end is near”

 

Love awaits as soul cries for an understanding of intention

 

When hearts are true there’s no need for His intervention

 

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

This piece is moving and most powerful! A second chance at love and life are always good reasons to wake for yet another day.
Shade from window pulled back to reveal the bright sun
I love this line ! As if awakened from a dead sleep to see that there is life left in you yet.
When hearts are true there's no need for His intervention
this line too is very moving and encouraging. There is hope and convictionin your words and to you I give thanks for such a wonderful write. Great job !

[Carl]

I like this peice of yours. The first stanza is a bit bleak and cold. The mention of "Artic Winds" and existing beyond shade. The writer or person in this poem is in ine desolate place. The coldness of the opening stanza works so that later in the peice we can feel athe heat of the last stanza. This is without a doubt a poem of love lost. maybe a firat true love. waking alone no breath on ivory skin. The person in this pice has been many places maybe she has been trated harshley by men. Also maybe her ability to haold down a relationship has been scattered to the four winds. Will the person in this peice ever find what she is looking for or will she forever be walking around with stifled soul and a shatterd psyche.
Maybe the person in this poem is feeling Because I can't find love There most be something wrong with me. Forever tormenting herself men come and go and everytime they take something of her until there is nothing left to take. herself asteem has gone her innocence lost her soul damaged she is at rock bottom so mucg that she has resorted to sleeping on abed of nails which has left her scarred. scars that she now plucks one by one.
But thre comes a time........
She pulls back the shade to reveal the bright sun. This could be the man she has been looking for. The man who loves her for being her. without condidtions with no questions asked. His presence makes her heart pound again. I like the use of "new air" in this peice. But Love is a heavy thing,and she is weak from its weight and niave from being away so long. but she takes to the sky. I like the close of this poem as the writer tells the wren to fly harder for journeys end is near. it is asthough the writer is talking to herself. Fly girl for your journeys end is near. grat write here. proud of you

[Pax Analog]

There ya go! I was frankly looking at your poems, looking for the silver lining one. ;-)

INTENTION. The deeply 1-2 of Existence is to realize there is the apparently separate soul-self rising and falling through time, and there is the profound dignity of the always-already, the deep and high Spirit source, that is not an object of religious placation, but paradoxically, one's TRUER identity. God is Existence Itself.

The Mobius strip is a good metaphor, since it looks like it has two sides, but is in fact only ONE side. The inherent seamlessness is what redeems, not just propping up the illusory separate-self sense. What we usually do is stick band-aids on an illusion. Our "worthiness" has nothing to do with anything. Our willingness to LOOK DEEPER has everything to do with how we are in this vale of tears.

"Love awaits as soul cries for an understanding of intention/When hearts are true there's no need for His intervention." Indeed, especially when "Him" is YOU.

Your writing is eloquent and soulful. As you may have deduced, I find myself ministering to this core cognitive consideration, quasi Buddha-like. When we realize that not only is there temporary relief from our struggles, but a radical consideration that changes EVERYTHING, our nuanced poetics has more transformative power.

Merry Christmas!

[James K. Blaylock]

Wow, this is really wonderful. my friend, as we have all suffered from the crushing blows this life offers up! But sooner or later we'll get to see the sun shining down on us again, and we'll smile in the knowing that we've passed yet another test... Great work, Jen!

jkb

[Marvin Lewis Jr.]

This is beautiful!
I admire the structure and the clean rhythm of this piece, your writings have a classic feel.
This is only my second time reading your material and I'm hooked!


Excellent write!

[larryb]

Well written with feeling.......

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

Thank you!

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

A wonderful poem, once again. How beautiful!

Scars from her bed of thorns are now plucked one by one

my fav line. but most of all, i like the fact you are not afraid to bare your soul in your poetry. you are raw, and you strip yourself of any perfections, helping us realize we are all human and all struggling in the same way. great job.

[DeAn]

a very linguisticly enhanced write and one that flows very well. I loved the story behind it and the encouragement to be real. you did great in this write.

thanks for sharing it.

l8r g8r
-Tao

[Celtic Cat]

How lovely. They say energy follows intent, and you show that very well here. Excellent write!!

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

A wonderfully written and crafted piece. Great job!