I have lingered at arm’s length for months,
living in the shadows
dry and silent,
sometimes cruel,
for the smallest movement in the distance
like manna.
I have opened my arms.
I have waited in this place for months.
There was light here before
so I stayed here after,
hoping this dead thing would breathe.
I know.
I know.
For most of my life,
I held this
as a treasure to be hoped for,
but it is empty.
It is not manna.
I am starving.
Sting in my eyes,
ache in my throat,
It was my wish to die here with you.
Can you hear me when I whisper to you?
I place my mark,
kiss my fingers and press them
against the image of your face,
rise to my feet and look up.
I see nothing.
I see nothing out there for me.
The desert is frightening.
The silence is deafening.
Being cast off is not manna.
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True Art of the Verb...
Outstanding depicting of feelings and emotional visions. A romantic painting of a loss... An impressive poetic beauty.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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I love the emotions coming from your beautiful write I feel the sadness and I know I have been there long ago burried the thoughts deep inside to be able to survive, wrongly and unknown to me it directed my life choices but at the end I won (or did I?) I killed the feelings sadly many of my feelings have died with it, or may be it is just a part of growing older.
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Sad read, Camille. There is, I don't know exactly the words, a bold purity in the way you write. Here.. "I have lingered at arm’s length for months,
living in the shadows
dry and silent,
sometimes cruel,"
..mostly the "sometimes cruel" part I find so honest and human. The area where you say "I know, I know"..clever too, as it appears you expect some admonishment for thinking this way.
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Thank you, Steve. It is am always so pleased when I find you have read and commented on one of my pieces. This comment includes an especially fine compliment. Honesty and humanness is exactly the characteristic I strive for most in what I write, so finding the reader sees that means I hit the mark (I certainly don't always). This is important to me because I find in everyday life it isn't nearly so safe to be this open. Your understanding and perception, then, is very flattering.
Camille
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Lovely poem, hard to read. Perhaps, if I could say, there will be a trigger, a small noise in the silence, that will tell you to do some casting off of your own. You have to listen for it!
Suggestion: You write so well, so write something funny for us, make us smile with your words and then.......well who knows!
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Gordon, you are such a love. I hope to get there eventually. I'd love to hear myself laugh again. Perhaps one day I will surprise you.
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Good Camille, I like surprises but don't like to wait too long!
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Forgot to clap
applause for this........ have my best xx
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I have been here for years. No (or should that be 'yes' as in 'I agree'), being cast off is the very antithesis of manna. It leaves one prey to all the worst animal things. It makes us hang up the 'CLOSED' sign and take and give as little as possible. Manna is reputed to come from heaven, but I think it might very well come from inside us. Perhaps that is as close to 'heaven' as we can get.. Makes sense to me that heaven might be a state of mind.... but I struggle with the concept........ just, I think, that we all want someone or something to take the weight now and again. That is heaven, I suppose, however temporary it may turn out to be. This made me think..... as you can tell! ... and still come up with not a single real conclusion.... ah, life.... xx Debs
ps I re-read that this is months for you.... don't allow years to pass... oh but.... the indecision. And then you said 'most of my life'..... Ah confused, but no less empathetic. Loved this as you can tell........ thank you x Debs -
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How wonderful to find a kindred spirit, Debs. Thank you for the comment.
Love,
Camille
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