The dark speaks
in night visions
i watch my poems
write themselves
inviting me to disappear
into the wings of language
like the dark speaks
to itself
long after echoes have ceased
i watch my poems
write themselves
inviting me to disappear
into the wings of language
like the dark speaks
to itself
long after echoes have ceased
posted by MB at 9:38 AM
20 Comments:
nice description of losing the self and letting the poem (or the art) create itself. it's a good reminder and a way to guide myself into better writing. that fluid, intuitive state is something that eludes me more often than not lately. it's hard to dwell in the business world yet stay connected to my creative source. as always.... love the beauty and wisdom of your pieces. -- snowsparkle
The poems just use to to speak themselves.
I like how the referent for the second stanza, "like the dark speaks/to itself/long after echoes have ceased" could be you, the woman who has "night visions," the poet through whom the poems write themselves, the poems themselves, or even the dark into which everthing disappears. When I come to the latter as the possible referent, I am re-oriented, Escher-like, to re-enter the linguistic maze, because in that last stanza the dark doesn't disappear, but "speaks to itself/ long after echoes have ceased."
I love, when wandering through a rich forest, suddenly finding myself at the edge of a sunlit meadow.
That's what arriving here feels like to me.
As always, simply beautiful. I love the idea of the poems writing themselves, inviting you to disappear. Sometimes it's nice to be the spectator of our own creation.
'like the dark speaks
to itself
long after echoes have ceased'
I think of an echo as a muted repetition of the self. Loved the last few lines here.
Wow! Great!
Lovely poem. I love when the idea runs away with you and writes itself.
Ah. This made me smile. How it feels when the wings of language take off and all you do it ride. "like the dark speaks/ to itself" Wonderful.
This is very nice!
It's always fascinating to see things from a different point of view.
the words envelope like a deep, black pool ... lovely
Almost afraid to comment for fear the beautiful words will disappear!
Thank you for them!
alan
The echos continue
Thank you!
Your words reach out
The dark speaks
Très beau texte , je l'aime beaucoup ...
J'ai suivi votre conseil pour mon blog .
Jean, merci. Je suis heureuse que vous avez venu a lire. Je suis heureuse aussi a vous avoir offert un morceau de conseil parce que maintenant votre site web se marche beacoup mieux! Vous avez des photos tellement merveilleuse et tout le monde doit les voir!
If you all haven't checked out the photos Jean has at his website, you're missing something wonderful.
Thank you all for your wonderful comments. I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.
Wenda, Crafty green poet, Alan, Carolyn, Jean... welcome! Thanks for visiting and commenting.
What I was drawn to with this piece is that you can use the title and last line of each verse to give added emphasis.
The dark speaks inviting me to disappear.
The dark speaks long after the echoes have ceased.
Jackal, welcome! You have an interesting way of looking at the poem. Thanks for your comment.
This turns on itself and then evaporates, like a dream upon awaking.
Yeah, it's a strange one, isn't it! I'm still not entirely sure what to make of it, myself.
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