Eburnean granite rends the blue,
island of me among dusty clouds.
On violet grass I sit multicolored,
leaned against the agate tree.
Hematite leaves ring with metal sounds,
obeying the wind's flirtatious touch.
I sail on my world farther away
between shimmering veils of quiet skylines.
Misguided chaos of colors drifting,
departed from the ground, unhinged in heavens,
independent speck of weirdness
on search for worlds not mine,
but strange and unique enough
to call home.
Author notes
How many times have you felt like you are an alien among a race that isn't yours? It's spiritual displacement if you ask me.
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What an absolutely magnificent feast for the mind's eye! So many colorful images to visualize. I really love the idea of "strange enough and unique enough to call home." May you find your place, pilgrim!
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hahaha, I could very well identify with your author notes, and probably, I am not the only one here ... already passing your way via synchronicity, is enough proof of resonance with your words and feelings ...
I just remember when I was a child, I asked my mother if she was absolutely sure that I was her daughter, because she felt so alien to me, and so did all the others ... I used to sleepwalk, and would visit my mother during the night, sitting down on her bed asking : "mum, where is my home ?" and she would reply something silly, believing I was awake, but I wasn't ... I still have the feeling of not belonging here and that "my home" is elsewhere ... or nowhere
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I loved the way you used the semi-precious gemstones in your poem, they are my best friends (sounds weird to "normal" people, but you will understand
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funny, I don't know, I feel like we have the same age - although I am not sure if I feel like 18 or if I consider that you have the maturity and wisdom of a 40-ish year old ... in both cases, it's a compliment
thank you for this delightful poetic journey into your world that seems more "normal" to me than our crazy day-to-day-reality ... it felt like a shamanic journey into the netherworld ...
maa
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Sleepwalking, really? I used to do something like that, although I was half awake and semi-conscious of what I was doing, but it felt like a dream. I kept memories from that.
And yeah I know that we can't go without the semi-precious stones. I love them. I plan to start my own collection soon.
I am not sure, who is what age, but boths ways sounds liek a compliment to me. Thank you for your comments! I really appreciate them.
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Delightful use of color and stones in this write! Loved your "agate tree" and "hematite leaves." Sense of the solitary-ness conveyed well in "island of me." Interesting "unhinged in heavens." Very nice concluding "search for worlds not mine, but strange and unique enough to call home." Enjoyed your author notes.
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Thank you Mirthyl! It was one of these pieces that came in one breath, fully formed and yearning to be written down.
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When I was a child I often daydreamed that everyone wore a mask to hide their hideous faces, they all new I was different and didn't belong. I knew too; only I wished to know where I belonged.
your word brought me back to that time.
Ken
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Thank you for the kind words about my poem. I have been having the same daydreams about people with masks and it's not very far from the truth.
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Alot! And I loved this poem for it's ability to shine that light for all to see... we are not so different after all... some are just more adept at blending than others...
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Thank you so much for your kind words and I am so terribly sorry for the late reply, but damn me if I don't mess up my schedule or fall asleep on the keyboard.
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there are some treasures in the lines you have penned. my particular favorites i will discuss a bit here. the first and perhaps the best of these is: i sit multicolored. wow i think all artist and poets are multicolored and so different than those of the black white and gray nonthinking indivuals who walk to and from in their repeated carbon coppy lives... wow to dream of such color... i see it pooring out of me and of all artists and making others take notice even if they hadent intended to. i like being the one to sit back and see the reaction i get when i write or paint or draw. the next part i really love is the part about the agate tree with leaves of hematite... cool i think of a tree with an oak like trunk transparent but having colors of gold or green or sunrise orange with leaves like an aspens all fragile and tinkling but gun metle black and stiff like stone floating on the breeze which makes the stone lighter than air. i think i would have to pick one of these leaves to see if it would blow away or have weight to it. i love the mental immagery of this part of your poem thank you so much for this wright it was a pleasure to read. i am glad that you were featured in the contest and that i have been introduced to your work. simply inspiring
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Thank you very much. This one of the longest comments I have ever gotten in a while and wow I am very thankful. Just very sorry for the delay in replying. I am just unorganized that it is amazing how I go to school and bring the right notebooks.
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