Thursday, July 14, 2011

Excuse - Poetry Schmoetry #3

Another poem for the blogfest!
The poem today is from before I "met" my husband and got married. Maybe around a year before. I didn't think of myself as a writer back then.

I have a vague idea of what I was thinking at the time I wrote that but reading it now I get something completely different from it.










Excuse


Why do I sense tears building behind my eyes?
I see the screen and wish to turn away,
But I can not;
I write.

I chase the images, abstract tastes and sounds,
Passing through associations,
Too swift for consciousness to grasp.
Then fit them into one space,
One time,
One dimension.

I must pursue and write that which I can not face;
Confronting opaque fears with hopes for peace,
Yet satisfaction denies me again as language translates
With words too sweet for truth,
Empty on the page.

And the feeling returns . . .

First swelling,
And now hollow.
I want to sleep,
But how can I attempt?

A vague memory stirs with protective arms and kind eyes.
I hold fast to the sight, to the warmth,
And try to clarify the source
of why I cry with no excuse.

12 comments:

  1. The poem is sad with writing as an expressive way around it. I enjoyed the read.

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  2. Love that last line, it really brings everything together in a powerful way :)

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  3. that sounded like frustration =)
    great job!

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  4. Nice angst. Enjoyed the poem. And nice bumping into you. :)

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  5. Meeting future husbands can be rather turbulent, no?
    I like it. Very emotive.

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  6. I can see relate to this. The tumultuous moods of a writer.

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  7. This is a level of frustration I can deal with. You've captured the mood well, and brought it all together in the end. Julie

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  8. Riddled with emotion and intensity--I like this. Well done!

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  9. "opaque fears" -- I get that! Thanks for the great poem.

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  10. I like this poem a lot! I 'cry with no excuse' often. I love the second verse, about chasing abstract tastes and sounds...too swift for consciousness to grasp...I know exactly what that means! You've put into words something that's very difficult to verbalize...nicely done!
    I'm a new follower...anyone who quotes Oscar Wilde is a friend of mine!

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  11. Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you felt the intensity of emotion and could relate to it. This poem is my favourite that I've written.

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