Surrendering to solitude

Cherry

By Highhat

Thu, 31 Mar 2011
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21 comments
 

The only gale force
is emotion.
No wind is blowing
in these rooms.

Emptiness surrounds the
quiet being
of solitude.

Inspiration point:
words and
works
of lovers,
comrades.

Amplified by time and
memory.
Revealing
truths of the
malignant prospects as
daily news.

Wuthering souls with no
sensibility. A
gentle stanza
called faith,
repeated time after time,

hiding beneath the
covers of soft denial.
Trying to sing about
tenderness,
false tones tugging at the
branches of consciousness.

Surrendering to the
pearly, tear-stained maelstrom of
violence
on a
daily basis

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Pia, I love those first three stanzas, I find them very personal, especially the first stanza, as there is a gale force wind blowing outside and I'm alone while reading this. I find this poem very stirring, whipping up different emotions. You have such a gift, for words, like:- Wuthering souls with no sensibility. A gentle stanza called faith, repeated time after time, Yet another brilliant piece from you Pia and much enjoyed. Thankyou. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
gee thanks a lot Jenny. Your words are so kind. I am so glad that my words reached you with this poem. ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
And your words certainly reached me, Pia. Much to think about in this one. I like the way you have structured the poem and this stanza, in particular, stands out for me:- "Amplified by time and memory. Revealing truths of the malignant prospects as daily news." Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Thank you muchly Tina for reading and commenting ;)Pia

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Simply stunning, Pia. A very 'Zen' poem - love these lines: 'Inspiration point: words and works of lovers, comrades.' Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Thanks Magic- like those lines too. ;)Pia

Submitted by lenchenelf on
:-) as a poet, should we mirror the world or offer up a prism. Nice piece Pia. atb lena xx

 

Submitted by animan on
Both - to mirror the world is to offer up a prism. Surely? I like the way that this poem punctures its own balloon, halfway, and yet doesn't because it knows that in feeling non-feeling it is feeling feeling - feeling without object, perhaps, but the subject feels if only a feeling of not being felt, perhaps?

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Lena- I think that we should offer up a prism- I hope this piece shows that a bit- you need the different angles and pictures a prism makes by looking through it, don't you think? I suppose if you mirror the world you can create it with images- but that is a sort of prism, isn't it? Oh well what do I know? thanks a lot for reading and commenting . ;)Pia

Submitted by Highhat on
Well Animan- seems as though you felt something along the lines of feeling. hehe thanks for reading and feeling. ;)Pia

Submitted by pinda on
Sensational piece of writing Pia, the emotions and the way you describe them in this poem are deep. Loved this stanza "hiding beneath the covers of soft denial. Trying to sing about tenderness, false tones tugging at the branches of consciousness" I think everyone can relate to one line for this poem. X Pinda

Submitted by Highhat on
That is very kind of you Pinda, much appreciated ;)Piaxx

Submitted by shoe on
Something special this one, for me the final three verses are exceptional, brilliant poem.

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
I completely agree with all that praise Pia - another belter. :-)

 

Submitted by the unfolding head on
agree, a great read

ddf

Submitted by Highhat on
Shoe, FB and UnfH thank you for your comments. Glad you enjoyed. ;)Pia

Submitted by Highhat on
thank you cherry fairies ;D

Submitted by hilary west on
This is great stuff !

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
Hej Highhat. Hvordan har de det? A late reply to this sad tale you tell. "...violence on a daily basis..." I hope not. regards
ScoZen

Submitted by The Big Bad G on
At the risk of repeating all the above - nice. I'm with Jenny, especially on 'Wuthering souls with no sensibility'. A neatly poised complex. George

Submitted by Highhat on
Thanks for reading and commenting George. I really appreciate it. ;)Pia