Monday, May 28, 2012

Our soul society

I sat inside
a narrow line, filling with thin air
A flooding pool
inside my sour lung
Unfolding a page to write

the last letter home
What I might say:
To my mother, who sleeps
inside of piano plates
'Forgive my silver tongue'

My brother, whose northern light shines clear
'I ask that you follow
the road who has not sought one
Shallow the hole
where society has won'

My walls confined
Aurelian, lost of gild and gold
Ghost in a world
who litters in pine and cream, hanker and lust
Through knots in rope, I swallow my soul


Words selected by Shawna at rosemary mint for Monday Melting
Also linked to the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

12 comments:

  1. This feels prophetic...like so much lies just neath the surface of understanding. Really enjoyed and I like the way these lines read a lot:

    "My walls confined
    Aurelian, lost of gild and gold"

    Great writing and nice to meet you, Archna!

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    1. Yes, there are those who feel that the world is too full and choose to leave on their own. So sad.

      I am really happy to meet you, Hannah!

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  2. "who litters in pine and cream, hanker and lust/
    Through knots in rope, I swallow my soul" Great lines and a great ending.
    And I'm impressed that you used "Aurelian" ! I just skipped over that one!
    A somber poem that really spoke to me!

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    1. Hi Anne, I'm happy that it said something to you. I think that there is much to gain from a stark ending. Always a chance to rally and regain.

      Thanks for visiting!

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  3. "Through knots in rope, I swallow my soul" sounds like something Plath would write-powerful line. For a mother to sleep "inside piano plates" and a brother to "shallow the hole where society has won" both mystical images and a clarion call for change.

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    1. Exactly, Ginny. A life lived in the absence of duty, her apologies, and call for change to the only one who is left to bare light. I thought of Sylvia's goodbye.

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  4. This is lovely! Such a different road than I took with the same words.

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    1. Thank you, Tania! I love reading the mixtures of word prompts.

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  5. Wow, this is gorgeous, deep, and thought-provoking. I love it. These are my favorite lines:

    "I sat inside
    a narrow line, filling with thin air"

    "To my mother, who sleeps
    inside of piano plates
    'Forgive my silver tongue'"

    "who litters in pine and cream, hanker and lust
    Through knots in rope, I swallow my soul"

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  6. That is profound. You have a magical way with words.

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