Category: Writers Block
Meeting myself where I left off as once more I come into my own
Days many multiplied and seemingly without number have come and gone
The months flowing one into the other, sometimes as crashing waves
Sometimes as water so deathly cold that all lies in a frozen suspended state
When all seems to be dark shrouded, at a crossroads standing stilled in place
Waiting upon a Springtime for a release from the suffering tide of despair
Meeting myself where I left off as once more I come into my own
So many the years in passing, a decade, then a dozen, adding on a couple years more
Time it took flight traveling over numerous hills, reaching into the mountains
While slipping into the treacherous valleys that lay hidden in amongst the crevasses
Seasons passed where dry parched was the order of the day
Dreaming of once again coming into a wet, dew filled morning after a blissful…
~*Thunderous Midnight*~
I enjoy theiimagery in work. there is a natural approach to some struggels. this one, seems unfinished.
your other piece enduring cosmos felt complete, the tone of it. again, i liked the imagery. the subject matter felt as if it belonged. your words well chosen. especialy, Twain. i did feel as the poem lacked som balance. it was,done from a femminist p o v. nice work.
Gizzy,
Thanks for stopping by to share your comments.
You are so right about this writing being a "start" as it were and
Not a "finished" product.
Our lives liken as onto a circle and traversing 'round about it as moving forward,
Coming then again upon some areas of the "circle of life" once trod,
That in many respects I had desired not to leave unattended,
Just that happened there were needs to attend to,
So in the coming to experience what once knew {and cherished}
I feel as though I am meeting up with the me deep within... and coming into my own,
As what in the meanwhile experienced is added onto that what was a comfortable me.
So yes, Gizzy, this is so unfinished a writing
I give you credit for recognizing this. smile
I'm in that process, that part of life's circle where the overlapping takes place
As journey is made, giving to once again experience the once held so dear
Then adding the newest of Life's experiences...
Just all the blending hasn't came fully into being.
I've so many memories that a healing is needed for.
There's so many nights of a past that through bitter storms
I've had to go out and be right in the very midst of them
Not really to complain for Storms are so much a part of who I am
It's just that to be able to settle in, feeling a comfort as the storm rages,
Without the having to go out into it...
To just have peace, bliss as it were, as it thunders away.
Then it is you give me think again... "femminist point of view" you say...
hmm, I'm really rather more so traditional.. with an independent bent I suppose
Interesting your thoughts.
Please continue to share.
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
i say feministbecause of its compliance with its p o v. you use, for example, in "enduring cosmos" the mother figure giving birth to a child. later on, its the universe who birthed earth. as well. as her surrounding planets ect. I have to say, as a man, i felt a little left out. lol
Recall the destruction, violent, and deadly birth of the cosmos; andeven in child birth there is a danger and an explosion of life. btw, the use of the word,"flung" in my opinion seemed out of place. i noted a little resenemt??? smile. cheers, gizzy.
'Tis true Gizzy that planet Earth I liken as onto a Mother figure.
Think perhaps from my Native Am. Indian culture I'm coming from at that point.
Too, neighboring planets are mentioned,
Though the gender of them is not at all considered in this writing
Didn't think that I really gave consideration as to the actual birthing process of Mother Earth,
Yet suppose it would follow that in a birthing process of Earth then too
The Universe of female persuasion...
Gizzy, it's between the lines you're reading and deeper than I've written and this is good.smile
Regarding that word, "flung" it's not so much resentment as it is grieving..
Grieving the loss of my own Mother
{maybe there is resentment that I'm not owning up to.. as I do miss my Mom..}
It's with the realization that though no longer connected by way of the umbilical cord before birth
Giving for the twain to be one
And Though no longer on this side of mortality is my Mom
Yet, that invisible cord that connected us the twain all along while she was living
Well, still there is felt within an invisible umbilical cord connecting us
With the twain of us now walking as one, in some respects.
~*Thunderous Midnight*~
Post Thought:
Never meant to slight the male perspective
For it does take the twain united as one for the birth(s) to occur.
Feel free to share anytime on my writings
You give good thought stimulation Gizzy.
I know how you feel. It's so true.