Saturday, October 25, 2014

Voyage of lost souls


The path of Lost Souls
Photography:   Brooke Shaden


in the dead of winter season
you build a trail
of paper boats
beside the dock of black ships

at night, when all is still
you set them sailing towards western sky
where the red moon waits

to run its silver-blue fingers
across its bows, like a violin player
threading silk strings with sweet air
of oblivion

i pause and watch you
waiting by Lethe, underworld river
this is your ritual
disguising tricks with musical flair
to tempt & slaughter my energy


under my red veil, 
i conceal my remaining possessions:
witch hazel oil, fire wand
& finally, my mother's crescent -shaped knife
which your rustic hands will gladly pay
for a feast
of my sacrifices


i have given up many things for this voyage - 
      my innocence to discover names of every truth
      my roots to hold one forbidden fruit   
      & taste its skin & seeds, for myself 

and i will not be deterred even if 
you say that I am  
      on the path of lost souls
      cusp between earth's deepest divide:  shadow & light
      a ghost on long dusty road
wind-struck,

searching to find what she has lost

irretrievably 




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Brian Miller
And Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Get Listed for October - Ghost Stories

We are to used at least 3 words  from the wordlist from M:
fairy, portal, sacrifice, feast, smoke, winter, slaughter, spirit, veil, ritual, trick, disguise

43 comments:

  1. i love the paper boats... the setting out on a fresh journey to get back what was lost or sacrificed... sometimes it's good to sacrifice... sometimes it's good to set sails again

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  2. The river we all dread.. The pictures are stark yet so beautiful... just like we expect it to be... or at least hope it to be..

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  3. wow all the three themes woven into one! and the impact is marvelous.

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  4. Working from word lists & an image can be very productive, & fun; your efforts here are sterling, mysterious, introspective, mystical, magical--a very strong poetic that needs several readings to even begin to peel back its layers, symbols, & meanings. Like the lines /my roots to hold one forbidden fruit/& taste its skin & seeds, for myself/. Salute & smile.

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  5. "I have given up many things for this voyage"...as we all do. This truly resonates with me. Love the story, love that she has some tools hidden to help her survive.......love the voyage of discovery she is making.

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  6. Groovy piece. Love the image of the ghost on the long dusty road.

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  7. Many things have to be set aside as on the journey we continue until the river ends

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  8. Love the way you have reimagined Persephone's story & the paper boats & autumnal, Halloweeny atmosphere. Wonderful stuff. Thank you.

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  9. .... still hoping to do my final voyage, which would be world trip on a working ship ... until then, I just travel short term... smiles ... http://ckpeacemaker.wordpress.com/ ... Love, cat.

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  10. This is really amazing and touching Grace

    Love the paint too!

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  11. Beautiful. I love that she is brave and ready for her voyage. I felt a healthy defiance of obstacles and yearning to become. This poem is wonderful!

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  12. The storytelling sets the stage. Beautiful Grace.

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  13. And thanks for the OLN reminder. I have been away so long, I forgot about it.

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  14. This is a great poem, the last two stanzas I absolutely love, Grace. I can identify with giving things up to take a voyage, a former sense of self, but with a hope and some faith that the discovery will be worthwhile.

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  15. So hard when one searches for what one has lost...and realizes it is irretrievably lost. Ah, I guess a person just has to move on and move beyond.....

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  16. I like how your opening stanza sets the wistful tone of your poem, Grace, and the great image of the paper boats. You have written a very atmospheric poem here.

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  17. I am almost speechless. This poem is so graceful, pulling the reader in and leaving us sated. I love it.

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  18. i like the conceals concoctions - very witch like. now i wanna take a potions class at Hogsworth.

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  19. Grace, a haunting poem, that leaves one feeling the blade of sacrifices made in the journey towards the light.

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  20. Ahh.. the search for truth can be a difficult trail.. one where truth often separates us from those we love.. and can we know it.. is always the dilemma as we keep seeking.. and finding forevermore...

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  21. This is such a great piece Grace--your sense of mood here is tangible

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  22. Beautifully stated Grace, some very profound images within your words.

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  23. Oh forever--like La Llorona! Do you know of her? Freaky scary, and the ferry man cannot take her though he may try and trick her ... to be so lost with a price so high! At least she kept her ritual blade.

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  24. Journeys can be both scary, & exciting. I think yours is filled with both wonder & determination, .grace. Good luck! Lovely poem. xVivchook

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  25. Great approach to both prompts, Grace--I feel like this is a journey of poetry you are on. k.

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  26. I particularly love the beauty and feel of this verse:

    to run its silver-blue fingers
    across its bows, like a violin player
    threading silk strings with sweet air
    of oblivion

    janet

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  27. Sometimes I think we are all on the path of lost souls, and those rock throwers always live in glass houses...

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  28. Wav, Grace fantastic poem!
    The first seven lines have a beautyful, sailing rytm.....

    Hugs
    JetteMajken

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  29. Such beautiful and soulful piece, Grace - you captivate me once again.

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  30. i have given up many things for this voyage -
    my innocence to discover names of every truth
    my roots to hold one forbidden fruit

    One has to put up with a lot of sacrifices on the way to better oneself. All the time one yearns for support from loved ones which might not be forthcoming! Great lines Grace!

    Hank

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  31. Sacrifices are very empting as we all move through to new seasons in life and our travels. Funny how it always seems to be in the falls and late springs. You make the trip a very solemn repose.
    http://matineemercy.blogspot.com/2014/07/feeble-change.html

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  32. oh my, this is so achingly beautiful... i want to be lost with her, she knows how to see.

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  33. really cool write...neat contrast in the opening as well between the paper boats by the big dark ships...i think the paper ones can have as much power as the larger ones...giving up the innocence of finding the names of all the truthes...that is a telling part for me, there....

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  34. loved the selection of adjectives making the senses come alive on this adventure

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  35. Your handsomely constructed Poem could be a fitting description of the soul of it's final word. So nicely done




    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= . <3

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  36. The images symbolizing end of life, traveling westbound, a captivating tale of lost souls.

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  37. Love this part, Grace:
    "red moon waits
    to run its silver-blue fingers"

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  38. Grace, seamless portrait that so clearly depicts what you've framed in the title. Thanks for adding your voice to the word list prompt, and have a good week ~

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  39. This piece is mysterious and ominous at the same time. It complements the photo very well. :-)

    I just wonder why the comment window says the comment is from "Anonymous". Have I been away from your blog that long? :-)
    ~Imelda

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  40. Loved the visualization in this piece ... very beautiful :-)

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  41. Love...I just wrote about paper boats :).....beautiful.

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  42. Love this Grace, what a beautifully crafted poem!

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  43. there was a whimsy at the start that seemed to veer into the ominous. really nicely written.

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