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flying blind

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I circled round noonday sun

avoided the wreckage left behind,
how those slow goodbyes echoed-


echoed the seven sorrows to 

naked, forlorn branches

they shivered politely in my lament,

 

I sought an escape, a way to chisel icy hand

of alone-ness, once again

how I longed to plummet

into waves of last summer,
hurtle past parallels of forever, into

'I loved you just because.'

Silence thickened bitter taste of morning,
I refused surrender;

refused entrance to my bones,

this sinister bleakness waited for me;

all the while, crush of winter's fog

blurred my vision.

Flying blind,

I soloed into cackle of abyss.

 

No need to try and save me,
I am already beyond your reach;

I am already gone.
...

Author notes

Image is: "Gone long time ago" by ThyMournia on DeviantART.com

Prompt:
"The Seven Sorrows"

by Ted Hughes

The first sorrow of autumn
Is the slow goodbye
Of the garden who stands so long in the evening-
A brown poppy head,
The stalk of a lily,
And still cannot go.

The second sorrow
Is the empty feet
Of a pheasant who hangs from a hook with his brothers.
The woodland of gold
Is folded in feathers
With its head in a bag.

And the third sorrow
Is the slow goodbye
Of the sun who has gathered the birds and who gathers
The minutes of evening,
The golden and holy
Ground of the picture.

The fourth sorrow
Is the pond gone black
Ruined and sunken the city of water-
The beetle's palace,
The catacombs
Of the dragonfly.

And the fifth sorrow
Is the slow goodbye
Of the woodland that quietly breaks up its camp.
One day it's gone.
It has only left litter-
Firewood, tentpoles.

And the sixth sorrow
Is the fox's sorrow
The joy of the huntsman, the joy of the hounds,
The hooves that pound
Till earth closes her ear
To the fox's prayer.

And the seventh sorrow
Is the slow goodbye
Of the face with its wrinkles that looks through the window
As the year packs up
Like a tatty fairground
That came for the children.









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  • Night Hope gold member
    2 days ago
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    Thank you for bringing this beauty back, Jin.




  • Night Hope gold member
    November 16
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    I knew, with your own knowledge of Plath and Hughes, that you would indeed do justice to the prompt, Jin. This is a lush piece of writing, with such a sense of melancholy and grace permeating each line. I'm glad you joined in with this remarkable feast of words, my Friend. It's one of my newest favorites by you. Thank you for entering my contest, Sweetie. Good luck.




  • Swan song gold member
    November 14
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    AWESOME in a big big way !!!!! Good luck awesome poet!


  • ccawley gold member
    November 13
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    Yeah!


  • Swan song gold member
    November 10
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    oh my this is good


  • Desire gold member
    November 10
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    Wow~

    Okies just teach me how to write~
    I'm ready to start Your classes now

    Oy~ Love the Metaphors and Power of Imagery-
    Stunningly Beautiful~

    while I take notes and sip iced
    I'll Thank You ahead of time and silently walk out the door
    Woot~

    This so grabs~ swells the eyes...
    And the seventh sorrow
    Is the slow goodbye

    Keep that quill dancing Precious One
    Thank You for sharing Your Voice
    Best wishes in the contest~
    with love & light~ Desire~*~


  • poetryality silver member
    November 10
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    Your inspiration from the prompt poem is phenomenal! The "bleak", and darkness written here is closely related to feelings that I am sure we all witness at one time or another. Your pen writes your reality with full acceptance. The melancholy mood of this work sets the reader whirling, making us know the need to get up and out of the hole we often dig for ourselves. It is time to fly, even when flight is tiring and we soar in the pitch of night. Beautiful. Somber but graciously mused. I wish you the best in this contest.


    Much Love Always ♥

    Renee


  • azlyn gold member
    November 10
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    This poem is amazing...it reaches so deeply into the spirit. So wonderfully you pen soulful art...blessings Beautiful.

    U~

    Az

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