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- Tearing Grass
I find in moments
Inceasing in number each day
That I am not standing my ground
I am not centred or focused
Or even able to remember
The clarity of my intention
Or what it was.
How can I long so much
Need so long
Hold so tight
To something
I never knew?
Why does my body tell me
That something is so essential
When it doesn't know
How it would feel
Or taste or sound?
! I've heard its note...
That note
That tears me each time
Tiny shredded valleys
Into the meaning of who I am
Is that what my body knows?
Where can I plant my boots in that?
sisterjulia on Jan 27, 2010, 4:58 pm
Thank You Pete, I like the not ponderous or unstructured feedback especially as I wonder if things that seem clear to me come across as such.
Pete Hood on Jan 27, 2010, 4:42 pm
Good poem, getting across that sense of desperate need even though we don't know WHAT we need. It could have become ponderous or unstructured, but it didn't.
sisterjulia on Jan 27, 2010, 11:50 am
Beautiful Juni I'd post the comments you write into the writing section myself if I could! Sending you Gratitude and love
juniperlillie on Jan 27, 2010, 10:54 am
All it takes is a tiny whisper in the night to stir up a craving for something more. A lifetime of unheld fantasies wait just beyond grasp... lying, writhing on the floor. Bound by another's doing, forced into never knowing, with one hand on the door. Open! Close! DO SOMETING! My beaten heart can't wage in your war. Staring through this crack, in this half lit room, into that bright light, has made my eyes quite sore. Even though we know in theory what we should practice for our sanity for our happiness... Even though we know in the end it's gonna end badly, sadly, lonelily... for nothing stops death, so even if we find such a blissful place to plant our boots, we'll plant our hearts there too, and we know it. We know it, but it doesn't stop us. Much love darling, I think you can tell, how much I adore this bit of writing by now ;)