Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Beyond hunger is

it curls like a parasite about your roots
tightening, cutting,
and you gulp air
as if you could get enough —

sit with this thing
observe its darkness
feel the fear it sparks

come to know it
so well as to
come to love it

into letting go
into emptying

and in that space

stand still
and look over
the precipice into

abyss of infinity




Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Freakin' wonderful.

The Empty Whole, and a deceptively simple Whole Enchilada vision of it.

Thanks for visiting Old Daphne -- I resemble that post as well.

MB, would you mind if I were to post a link to your blogsite on mine? Would like to share yours with others more easily...

4/05/2006 2:29 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, Lori, I'm glad you appreciate this poem. I'd be honored — I just finally put a link up to yours today.

4/05/2006 2:37 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

thank you for these wholey healing words

4/05/2006 8:26 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

accepting ourselves wholly in order to find our wholeness; understanding our place in the larger whole...fabulous!

4/05/2006 11:19 PM  
Blogger alan said...



4/06/2006 2:26 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Linked! Yipee!

4/06/2006 3:52 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

Fabulous metaphor for integrating the darkness, a profoundly modern quest. We no longer attempt to cast our darknesses out with notions of Satan, or other ideas of evil. In our psychoanalytic age, responsibility rests solely with us, and it is up to us to integrate ourselves so that we may be whole. As whole as our godhead ought to be. The clarity and simplicity and shine of your metaphor is a wonderful container for these shifts in our collective consciousnesses...

4/06/2006 7:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is a personal favorite of mine. It's one of those pieces that I wish I would have thought of myself. I especially like the play with words.

reminds me of Tori Amos' song "Donut Hole" in an odd way.

4/06/2006 9:16 AM  
Blogger Firehawk said...



This one didn't end up talking about what I thought it would. Somehow, starting out, I thought it would be about some rotting, wasting disease eating away at the roots of a tree. As it stands, I'm not absolutely sure what this one means.

A different tone, I think, from most of your work. I'm intrigued, yet somehow unsure...

4/06/2006 12:49 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Firehawk, thanks for your response. I'm chuckling, at myself really, at my writing, because you are not alone in having been perplexed by this poem. You are right, it's a bit different from my usual. For starters, it's not at all literal. The roots are metaphoric, having to do with one's spirit. The entire poem is very internal, about a process of coming to terms with things one clings to or fears, accepting those aspects of oneself, facing inner emptiness, and through that very emptiness finding a connection to the vastness of the universe. The final stanza is essentially all wordplay that seeks to layer the different meanings of words and word parts to present both sides of the conflict as incorporated into the whole phrase, that as Brenda stated, integrates the darkness with the light. Hope that helps!

4/06/2006 1:20 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Fear is intense but so is love. So true about changing the tides of emotions when we feel that we are connected.

4/06/2006 5:46 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Frightening and wonderful at once. Only in art can those dichotomies coexist.

4/06/2006 8:23 PM  
Blogger MB said...

...and maybe in life, Patry? ;-)

4/06/2006 8:27 PM  
Blogger Matt said...


I liked this one. The way you broke up the last couple words had a nice, slowing effect that seemed to work well with the subject matter.

4/06/2006 9:28 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

I have felt such feelings

look to be come a part of a whole (love the word treatment)

4/07/2006 4:17 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Snowsparkle and Sky, thank you!

Alan, judging from your response, I'd say you really *got* this poem. Thanks so much.

Brenda, you've presented a very interesting cultural analysis. Perhaps it is true that it's a modern quest.

TLR, I really appreciate your comment. Saying you wish you'd thought of it says a lot. I'm not familiar with the Tori Amos song.

Mermaid, changing the tides of emotions... yes.

Matt, nice to see you here! Thanks so much for your comment. I enjoyed your recent, poetry-inspired, piece.

Endment, welcome back! I'm glad you enjoyed the wordplay.

4/07/2006 9:52 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I love the shape of this one and the way it makes it fade out like an echo

4/07/2006 1:20 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, thanks for noticing. The shape was intentional, not as an echo, but as a sense of dispersing and diffusing.

4/07/2006 1:22 PM  
Blogger Anna Piutti said...

Amazing. Both the poem and its structure.

4/10/2006 1:08 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Mille grazie, Anna. I am glad to hear you enjoyed it.

4/11/2006 11:52 AM  
Blogger Anna Piutti said...

Di niente! You're a great writer.

4/11/2006 12:42 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Anna,thanks for your kind words!

4/11/2006 1:15 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

To me, this poem is a map of inner growth towards the truth of self. I feel like there is a little arrow for me that says "You Are Here" pointing to somewhere around "come to love it". You capture that feeling, "it curls like a parasite about your roots tightening, cutting," so vividly. Rings true for me. And it is nice to have an idea of the terrain ahead.

4/12/2006 10:40 PM  

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