Heavy is a gray word.
Soft like the insubstantial boundaries
of a soul that waxes and wanes
It always seems out of focus
A general mood in the dark
Heavy is a deep feeling.
Long but not tall like the curved edges
of old and worn pieces put away in boxes
A blunt emotionless kind of thing
Never cold and seldom warm
Heavy has no direction.
Still like endless sleep with no rest
that is not easily woken from
Tired and patient it seems to wait
Pulling down without moving
Heavy has no sound.
Alone like the first star to fall
down a sad pale cheek
Involuntarily calming but not comforting
A gift amidst the waves
Author notes
Written October 27th, 2006
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Thoughtful
You know, a handful of sand is so light and airy. It isn't until the waves of the sea pound it for so many seasons and so many years that it becomes something stiff and heavy; that's the worst kind of heaviness. Thank you for a poem that made me think--believe me, it's a rarity these days.
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"Alone like the first star to fall
down a sad pale cheek" that is the line that sticks to me in this...the total "gravity" of this piece, is brilliant in its softness. You have created a multidimensional expression. Excellent.
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Hmmmm...fascinating...
"Heavy has no direction"
"(Pulling) down without moving"
Normally we think of burdens "weighing" us down (from the top)
So I find your opposite of (pulling from the bottom"
VERY interesting indeed.
So do you think it just might be that dang Devil at the center
of the Earth doing the "pulling" or is it some other "unknown"
force. I will have to run this through my full line of questioning to see if I can find an answer to that one...
Hugs...Eddy
Personally I think this a 3 applauser but they will only
let me give you one...
Very few poems can make me think in an entirely new direction
so thank you for posting this one to re-challenge my brain.
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