Nevermind The Name

Nevermind the name that clings to my bones
in the chambered silence that longs to speak
or the ghost of irreverent unknowns
that clambers for some unreachable peak.

Nevermind the before and the after,
the silver spoon buried within the dirt,
or the halls of invincible laughter
that became gateways for torment and hurt.

Nevermind hairline cracks in the ceiling
or fine china shattered upon the floor,
the roof still covers without revealing
that which has departed forevermore.

Nevermind the hands that fed you hunger,
the lips that sang of departure and death,
the cancelled credit of being younger,
or the fluttered hope of a final breath.

Nevermind the dust and dim on rafters,
the bottled promise hidden within walls,
the chagrin of never ever-afters
written like wilted flowers penned in scrawls.

Nevermind that there’s dirt in the water,
that unflowered moss gathers over stone.
Nevermind the frail son or pale daughter
the stir-cupped memories have overgrown.

Nevermind the ache that floods your being,
the sculptured hollow of a beating heart,
the eyes that struggle to see, unseeing,
when the waves have drifted two worlds apart.

Nevermind the words that I am weaving
on the verge of never having a choice.
Nevermind if I get lost in leaving,
and the winds drown out the sound of my voice.

Nevermind that the mountains are moving,
that the sky hangs motionless in the air.
Nevermind the stares of disapproving
that offer naught but an empty prayer.

Nevermind the end is just beginning,
the beginning is but a breath to be.
Life is a beautiful mix unspinning
like unbridled wind over sanguine sea.

Nevermind the pleated wings’ migration
for feathered things were always meant to fly.
Nevermind the outcome or causation
or butterflies hovering in the sky.

Nevermind that nothing is forever.
Fireflies flicker within glass mason jars.
Nevermind if my words reach you never,
I shall release them to evening stars.

Author's Note

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Linda Marie, I believe what you've captured here is LIBERTY! The narrator conveys extraordinary perspective, and though the mind might assign certain ages and events sad or tragic, the narrator reminds everything is temporary in this human life. This is best said in your line, "Fireflies flicker within glass mason jars." This childhood memory reminds us about joyous summer evenings, those flickers in the dark, without too much thought to what happened to those trapped fireflies. We all flicker in our own mason jars, and we all die... but there's beauty from beginning to end. That's what I read here.

I also studied the photograph and the video image. I wonder if the lady can see through the white sheet. Is she smiling, frowning or crying? Maybe she's hiding her expression, though still breathing through the strewn white. And, the video image might be a woman about to fly into the storm, boldly wearing yellow. I love it all!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

You, R.E., get it. Our human nature causes us to focus on all that is temporary, that will pass away. If we didn't focus so much on those things, we would surely set ourselves free. I think this knowledge is gleaned with time; but even then, it's hard letting go. I just felt the picture and the music really complimented what I wanted to convey in words. Thank you for reading.

[R.E. Ray]

You're welcome. Like you mention here, I often look at photos and art for inspiration. You have some of the best images in your posts. I always look forward to reading and studying your next work.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you. I really put a lot of time and effort into every aspect so I'm glad that it's appreciated. :-)

[Nick Warwick]

This feels like a gripping blend of melancholy and seeking, as in seeking some understanding of whatever aspect of being alive created the melancholy. Sad, but not quite resigned. Savvy from what has already happened, but strangely engaged with the mystery of what is yet to emerge. The liberation connoted by the repeated use of "Nevermind" conjures the image of a flat stone skimming across the tops of waves -- each touch of the water below prolongs life and hope and postpones an ending. Epic, mesmerising.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Such a lovely and thoughtful review. Thank you, Nick.

[barleygirl]

Your writing sparkles in this poem more than usual! I'm blown away by your ability to sustain a rhyme & rhythm pattern thru such a long poem & not once does it bump your meaning aside. Your meaning is always the main vessel, that is, while your word crafting is the sweet seas we float upon. Altho this can be interpreted with many different meanings, for me, the one that jumps out is that everything in life is temporary, so it's a waste of time to get too attached to the trappings life comes in, but rather, allowing ourselves the freedom to navigate however the seas manifest (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Margie. Your interpretation is spot on. :-)

[Beccy]

Beautifully wrought lines Linda Marie; and there is much to consider in this so very well penned poem.

As a species, we are both temporal and spiritual in being; two states of mind which at best are uneasy bedfellows; and at worst, too often come into conflict and direct our focus away from how short a span we are gifted.

Your reply to R E Ray was enlightening.

Beccy.

[Terpsichore]

Our progression through life, the distractions, (mostly of little relevance in the grand scheme of things,) is so incredibly well portrayed here.

This a poem chock full of optimism.

T

[Robert Trakofler]

I love this piece I love the rhyme and structure I enjoy the melodic flow that lends itself lovely to the subject of expression. I have read this many times before reviewing cause it had a lot of nuance to it. I still feel like I haven't fully absorbed all of its intents...for all of the neverminds and nevermores is a pleading sense to pay the mind and evermores in the underscores. This is such a reflection of the gorgeous heart of a poet and release to the stars you just did to the constellation Bunny:) To be... to just... is! is a wonderful place to be as it is to just write the mandate of its own accord and let the revelations fall as they may is such an important element to the scribe. this is one of my favorites from you indeed!!!!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Robert. For me, this poem is a reflection of the good and bad in life, the importance that we place upon them, and the fact that it really means nothing in the end. The strings of a guitar are important; but if no one is around to play it, they mean nothing. Our reality is fleeting. I appreciate your thoughts and always look forward to your reviews. I delved a bit deeper with this one so I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

[Chris]

"Nevermind..." I wasn't heard anyway ...just lost in the noise.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

You are always heard. You just whisper to a heart that doesn't always know how to respond.

[JTD]

Haunting imagery in image and words. It speaks as a declaration, an acceptance of all things, good and bad. It's like saying that nothing matters in this life. It's what comes next that matters.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow yes life is a beautiful mix unspinning true and great if you can say that despite the odds and sad feel that we all feel sometimes. The ending stanzas were my fav as they were esp creative, imaginative and poetic yet the entire epic muse is awesome. Kudos.

Pls pleez do review/ comment/ write your thoughts on my newest poem too titled sing a song of Taj Mahal

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting how i have read this....i see someone who has had enough torment and is leaving...
she is apologizing but more to herself for not leaving sooner...
the relationship was full of laughs at first...then later became abuse, drinking...and not what she wanted to be caught in...and her words may never reach, or she may never say them to him directly...but he will find them in the stars....hers, he burned out...so she is reigniting...
without him.
at any rate...i just love this piece of writing...it allows for interpretation, but most importantly imparts very strong emotions...and gets us perfectly into the head of the speaker.
j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you.