He wrings his hands
and wipes the miles spent in the sun
on the legs of his pants.
Each breath creates a space between
thoughts that come through gapped
teeth.
exhale.
breathe
exhale.
Vertigo holds him to Her bosom
and he smiles in memory.
She holds him
every now and then
still.
To Her heart, Her chest,
Her bosom;
he breathes,
exhales,
through gapped teeth,
choking on the memory of
Vertigo.
She holds him every now and then
again,
caresses his thoughts
as they drift
with the evening mirage
in the distance,
he waits for his bus.
She holds him again
as she did in the end
at the edge of the cliff
lonely, wondering, If.
Peece,
DJ
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Love, peece
always
dj
"as they drift
with the evening mirage
in the distance"
I would have wrote something like that if I was able....
If I weren’t so drop-down exhausted,
Then I would continue to loop, and recurse, and evaluate,
Else return true
—Melissa
P.S. Aside from the code play, I do want you to know how much I appreciated this poem—that final stanza still has me holding my breath, teetering on the edge of If.
Vertigo: a feeling that you are dizzily turning around or that things are dizzily turning about you. What might be the "turning point"? Physically, can be caused by issues with the inner ear, or even vision - this seems key to the poet - how we "hear," how we "see."
"Vertigo" is also one of my all-time favorite movies - If you have not seen it (Hitchcock), you must. "Everyman" trapped in a web of lies and reality distortion, snared by beauty and mystery, and the urge to "save."
Are you on a spinning wheel, of sorts, of late?
and he smiles in memory.
I love this line. Your poetry is always haunting and beautiful. A real joy to read.
Rated
the cure is to breathe...but sometimes the breath
tho stabilizing
leaves you hanging on to a secure safe shadow....
the vertigo is gone, stability restored...
a saftey is reached at the edge of the cliff...
then..
the ultimate mirage: there is no cliff,
you were mistaken....
off youdirft....thoughts decentering, grasping familiar things
to reorient...
familiarity breeds.....contempt...
ennui...
every now & then, when She thinks of it...
she holds you to her Bosom..
to her Heart...
when she thinks of it..
JME
on the legs of his pants.
But then again, I'm always yours.
"he waits for his bus.
She holds him again
as she did in the end..." she did get him in the end, which is why he isn't over and beyond the edge but waiting for his bus ...
is what I see in this :) lovely crystal like with many sur faces.....
She holds him again
as she did in the end
at the edge of the cliff
lonely, wondering, If.
somehow feesl like the flip side of of something I wrote a little while back... (http://open.salon.com/blog/wordsmith/2009/04/28/haiku_freefall)
as she did in the end at the edge of the cliff, lonely, wondering, If" so I looked a little more closely at if for some clues, but the connection still eludes me. She holds him, but still lonely, very interesting?
*HUGS*
Nanatehay! Thanks again for dropping by and for the positive feedback. Too funny man, If you can appreciate this type of writing then you are able :) I am happy you liked it.
Metaness! Yes, the mad coding continues and I am; as always, ecstatic to share it with ya'll :D
AngeliqueSimonetta! I'm glad you appreciate the first stanza as the resulting blaze of recognition would only be possible after striking that flame. I will look for that movie since you have now piqued my interest. I am on a spinning wheel of sorts and of late. Work is spinning and that is a good thing nowdays. More importantly, I feel like I am on a medicine man's spirit wheel. Attached at the sking and spinning into the heart of something. Almost like an ancient trance inducing state from which I leak out words every now and then.
Mr. Mustard! Thank you for stopping by - yes, the edge and the If, I am glad you enjoyed it!
micalpeace! Glad to see, you man! Very glad that you liked this. Thank you.
Owl_Says_Who! Your words touch my soul, and your generous comments are very much heard and appreciated. Thank you.
James! That is another key and a good one, "when she thinks of it..."
"off youdirft....thoughts decentering, grasping familiar things
to reorient..." Very true, sometimes in writing or looking at the unknown that appears to be all we have. Only to find out there is more - my 'IF'. Thanks for dropping in!
AthenaBradford! And I yours :) Thank you for the generous comment!
Rolling! We miss what we must, I like the vision you describe very much. Thank you for the compliment. " lovely crystal like with many sur faces....." That is what I hope to share with these offerings to the void :)
Wordsmith! Thank you for stopping in. I am headed over there now to read you and will comment there :)
Newton! I appreciate the compliments! Vertigo/Love holds him. He feels forgotten by both sometimes and wonders, at cliff's edge, if he could Fly:) She holds him in the end. He has that while he waits for his bus (transport/life/future/Wife?). But only that. I am always amazed and humbled by what others read into it, though. Thanks for dropping by.
Barbara anne! *HUGS* and much *LOVES*! Thank you for stopping by and the compliments :) Sad is part of Love too. I think sometimes there is nothing greater than the fire forged memory of Love. I will write happy soon :)
As always, thank you all so much for sharing with this poem with me today. Love and peece to all of you!
peece,
dj
Love how you can always touch me...
peece!
dj
peece,
dj