There is a numbing comfort to pain
the cold blood
a hot heart;
one finds themselves in
isolation.
The throbbing pulse
at your neck
beats in tempo
to the dark city streets.
Walk alone.
The shadows,
an insistent companion
would pull my soul
into their depths.
I rage in
horror,
not at them
but mockery;
I became the monster.
Author notes
We see the world not as it is, but as we are." ~ Anais Anin... I had that simple thought as I wrote it..
Please tell me what you think
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well written
we all take journeys into the dark at sometime or another.
Buddy
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Brilliant writing. I also love this quote by Anais Anin. Sometimes the "simple" become the very depth of who we are. Great writing.
Soulful Woman
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You are exactly correct in your authors notes. In sanskrit there is a saying 'As the thoughts so the world'(Yatbhavam that jagathi). By the by have you studied J. Krishna Murthy. Thanks for sharing thoughts through the poetry
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No I have not.. but I did look him up.. it is funny.. I firmly believe that we can all be grounded if we surround ourselves in nature at some point or another.. I make a point to take walks.. long walks.. I did hike up at Mt. Rainier but it is to cold to do it now..
Thank you for information and the read,
Catressa
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"The shadows,
an insistent companion
would pull my soul
into their depths."...love that stanza.
This poem has such a dark tone to it...you have created this mood very skillfully..excellent..
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Yikes... that's a frightening thought. When I try to incorporate myself into the "I" of this poem, I'm finding myself a little squirmy... which is good, because it means you've hit a nerve, and poetry should do that more often than not, in my opinion. Feel free to hit this nerve any time
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Thanks.. I got a bit squirmy here too..
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Yes, I have always loved that quote by Anais Anin and I have always been shocked at how easy it is for others to impose their reality unto someone else as if it is a disowned part of themselves.
This is an excellent poem.
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Thank You Zayra..
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that was one of my many thoughts.. I love you for being different from myself..
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the institution...
This is brilliant! Pure poetry written by an author who has great clarity of thought and maturity of spirit. First class! Good luck in the contest!
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Interesting write. I'm not sure you even need the last line. The reader could ponder this at many levels forever. It almost cleans it up....too clean.
Some great images here. Well done.
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I understand this poem so well. Sometimes you get so numb, you don't even realize that you're cold too, until you start to thaw out, which can be a painful process... sigh
The shadows,
an insistent companion
would pull my soul
into their depths.
There is a plural/singular conflict in this stanza. Not sure if you meant it to be that way or if it just slipped past you.
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It is amazing. In simple terms, as I play tennis and and the ball hits I see it out, my opponent sees it in. It is amazing that we all see the world through the "me" filter and what we are determines so much of what we see. As Pogo said, "we have met the enemy, and it is us." Good job as usual, ma'am.
Paul
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