Excavation of Thoughts
I suggested a diversion, Muse politely declined, quite the mood she's in this week.
Embrace a note, searching the way to clarification.
The hurricane of desire, takes me into the light. I can't change the define, that is me. Tossing the reins of horse drawn optimism, it's a contagious expedition.
And in this derisive of a thought, I need to scribe it to form.
Just to recognize all that is gone, and to feel the mourning that is within.
And I chant to the moment and shake my love at the wind.
A wing on a slice of Me is abolished faith.
Yes, I know, I shouldn't type that. Distant cringe, how do you like that?
But me and my, is but nailed again. Toss a hand up, toss a foot down, yes that's me.
Listen to words on the sky and take a moment to bow to my graces.
Ignore bothersome delicate sensitivity.
He took my hand and I created a place for no other.
Drone. You hear that. A woman's voice chanting to the break in the clouds.
When done in longing, it is but poetry.
The keys of a piano, stroking my soul in tune with my dissension.
Wrap the words with smoke and mirrors
Everything is just Fine.
Paul, Aurora Walking Vacation
My Muse is on your side this week. When I am feeling most gut punched by previous choices in my life, it appears, the only way to release some of that is through poetry. I suppose, it's better then laying around in a pool of tears, and denial. Maybe I am the cliche of a poet, who must suffer before the words can create music. Sometimes though, I wish I could lightly write about blue bonnets and butterflies, that world seems so much more simple.
The words do bring me peace and if they are able to touch others, then maybe there is a purpose to the thoughts. A meaning to the experience, and possibly a final escape for my emotions. Until then, I'll continue to explore via this medium and we'll see how far that vessel takes me.
Rebecca
Sometimes, the spacebetween two lines can be lost if one doesn't look hard enough.
Or, perhaps, this will help.........
Just because you don't see what's between the lines, doesn't mean it isn't there.......

12 comments:
The proverbial pause between two notes, eh?
Chris
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Have you ever heard the song "The Space Between" by Dave Mathews Band ??
Incredibly Awesome.
Space. Pause. Silence. They say a lot more than spoken/written words...
Hello again.....Cheer up the sun will rise tomorrow and the sky will be blue once again. You might want to jump into the pages of a really funny book or a laugh till your eyes water,your stomach hurting and your cheeks all red kind of movie...I suggest "Without A Paddle" that movie will have you laughing all night long.
I bow to your graces...and your muse.
-Paul
Blue bonnets and butterflies are nice, but do they bring you the kind of peace your soul searches for? Will your intellect sway and bend with the same wind?
Best,
Judith
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amen, so true. beautifully put.
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Editor's Pick of the Week - way to go.
Marlene-PurelyPoetry
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ahhhh. judi
sometimes we look so hard at the space between that we miss the lines themselves.........the most obvious is often the most helpful
Rebecca,
When the "hurricanes of desire" develop into a breeze of blasé, it's natural to mourn the emptiness in the heart that was once filled with pleasure.
Your symphony of words are beautiful.... with the piano as the solo. My sissy always says "it's not the action, but the REaction to life's little challenges that really make a difference".
Your creativity and poetry speak loud and clear to me. Beautiful!!
Thank you for this awesome and thought provoking entry...
Fondly, - Julie - http://journals.aol.com/jtuwliens/MirrorMirrorontheWall/
that last line is a very powerful statement. I find this to be so true in so many aspects of life these days. I am struggling with so much as a single parent who recently climbed out of poverty and what you said with that one line really madwe an impact of my thinking and i just may use that as reference in a future entry of mine.
I love your journal, it really gives me food for thought. :-)
marsha
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