~
I’m becoming
one note
can you hear it?
more hollow than a moan
can you feel my shoulders giving it shape?
~
no one else hears me
they cover the air with spittle and shine
foot walking around and around the center
no one dares touch
except with them as the star
of their own imaginations
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It’s scary to think which way that goes
~
I’ve lost my skin nowadays
anyone can walk right in
pass right through and walk out the hole
in my heart
more flutter than beating
birds have strong but brittle bones
~
I remember being that child
the one
more than one note
singing
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raw and potent, but also very strong in an etherial way. good work
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Thank you Zen Doe. Your comment is much appreciated.
I was a little shocked while writing this if truth be told. It flew out like a caged bird might fly, glad to be free and wondering where to go. I didn’t even know it was being published….just thought I’d hit the update button.
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I am glad you published this one. Raw, beautiful, heartbreaking (or should I say already broken?)
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Thank you for the encouragement, Susan. Broken indeed. I see hope in the poem though….reaching for healing remembering feeling the wholeness of childhood.
I believe there’s always spiritual assistance…especially needed when confronted by human indifference. I’m trying to find a more balanced compassionate response to human trauma. It’s so much easier to be cerebral, observing, distant….like a deer in the headlights.
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your note
a mesmerizing
sound
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Your note, Geo Sans…
the gathering strength
in our growing friendship
hear me smiling
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I keep returning to this without knowing why. Echoes perhaps. Voices unheard. A note that quivers in dusty air. A note that shivers the membranes of mortal life.
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I am so often rough around the edges, George. Your response gives these feelings such a balancing refinement I rarely feel…but much more than this. You say “echoes” and the poem opens another door. A beautiful gift my friend….thank you
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Hmm, I do not perceive any roughness in your writing. A sincerity, yes. Which can strike some as lacking refinement, perhaps. But I think what they really feel in such sincerity is a lack of mechanical efficiency. Your writing is far from mechanical. You remind me of Mari’s writing–honest and natural. Which speaks to me far more clearly than the mechanical precision that some produce. So my thanks to you.
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So powerful and evocative.
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Thanks Mark. Valuing your own writing….I’m happy to say it sounds a bit like one of your stories. xxoo
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Jana, this set of poems (recommended reading from https://poetryoflight.org/2016/09/04/the-poetics-of-light-3/) leaves me speechless. Combined with the Poetics of Light prose… well… like a said… leaves me…
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I was just realizing how writing has been the perfect vehicle for finding some context and continuity in my zig zag life. Thanks Chris. grateful that you’ve followed this trail with me. xxxooo
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