isolation
binds
us
to a place
all by ourselves
specks of dusty self-indulgence
with no think of recompense
blown flame
on ashen walls
shadowed answers
dissolving muse
four square-root
(‘round corners four)
cross the threshold
light stain glimmers
drawing in in to its breath
to refuse it
choose your own root (route)
then to lose it
now to follow
bluest jet
in darkest tone
[echo bounces]
in darkest tone
on beyond
deep of depth
death of pitch black
to bemoan
all along
the tongue the teller
in still pictures
penciled wise words
placed in places
inner fort
of stone and plaster
in a puzzle portrait form
“it was built
with my own hands”
automated answer
and with eyes blink
in a vapor
there was never and is no more
Author notes
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5859287
A friend of mine returned to AP after a long stay away. I was glad to see the poet writing again and was inspired to write an abstract in response.
Thank You ~Warren
In a list
Be blunt! Be honest! I'm a big girl, I can take it. THANKS!
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A gift of speach
This is lovely...mac
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Simple thoughts list it says but there more than simple words hon they speak many words which like someone else says would be nice spoken maybe more beautiful. Then again the write says it and I can hear it in my mind my imagination is so helped by your words its easy to do. Hon you help me sometimes with comments and I like to return a favour but I'm mostly speechless when I read your write for that I can only do one thing
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Speak to me
I would love to hear you speak these words because I feel that they would explode from your lips like only the truth can.
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So we erect the boundaries of our heart . . . perhaps not to keep us from others, but to keep us from ourselves. We isolate ourselves from ourselves . . . it is the view in the mirror we most want to avoid. It is our own emptiness that we never seem to be able to fill and it is so hard to make peace with that.
But then, if it weren't for all that, what would we write about? The only satisfaction is knowing that others usually see us so much better than we see ourselves. So, the search continues.
Outstanding write. I love the rhythm of this with all its starts and stops . . . so reflective of life.
Garrison
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There was never and no more! Such a befitting ending to yet another brillant inspired poem my friend! Bravo Renee~~~ Love it. ~Sie
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whew.
Renee, I am speechless. truly.
love you,
jin
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sometimes the soul wants to sleep inside itself away from the lighting crowd to sleep until time for them is ready... hence the heart still feels words the mind wants to sleep on.. chiseled into retrospect stone...built with mortar and stone..upon hands laid... I hope I read what I have said and derived the meaning from your words.. well penned dear Renee for your mind is Brilliant and your words speak so... Hugs always Angel♥
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As below,I am a freestyle poet, yet I am dumbfounded by the beauty of this poem..I believe it to be brilliant..I sincerely compliment you on a great write..You did an outstanding job on this effort.I bow to you..congrats
John
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That's awesome Renee. Although I'm slowly breaking away from forms and moving into more freestyle. It will take me some time to achieve the level of ease you demonstrate here with this poem. Just loved the ending. Thank you for giving another writing goal to aspire to.
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