between the hours of mid-
night and dawn,
sad thoughts float in the etherness
between the lines of stories
sentiments surge with violet beats
tiding low, a murmuration
of black birds skimming
just above the dotted water line
i am caught in kenopsia, weathered
wings in stillness
my tongue tied in heartspur of
ticking white clock
i drift into a starlone of fathomless
quietude, a cycle of dreaming
and undreaming-
i am nameless, ageless
convinced that i am swirling
into lisolia limbo
shrugging away craxis of pixelled
gravity screens & instant gratification from
metaverse
between light and darkness
make this wave in my mind
a weave with the universe
a thread to break away from aphasia
a matter to soothe the aftergloom
that even with my excelled tinselled fingers,
i can still long to be that comet
hurling headlong in blazing dust
[to where]
a heartmoor
i know it is there
its there
[we are here]
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
'sentiments surge with violet beats
ReplyDeletetiding low, a murmuration
of black birds skimming
just above the dotted water line'
- So beautiful, Grace. And you did a great job of weaving in so many of those obscure sorrows.
I love what you did with the words... and how you let the melancholia ending in a sense of hope... I know you can find it.
ReplyDeleteGrace- this is absolutely stunning! You have created an ethereal place rife with emotions.
ReplyDeleteWow....those words just flowed in...really powerful..I know it is there...its there....beautiful
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeously rendered, Grace!💝 I especially love; "I drift into a starlone of fathomless quietude, a cycle of dreaming and undreaming."
ReplyDeleteWow, Grace, wow.
ReplyDeleteAn intense constellation of emotions, Grace.
ReplyDeleteGossamer sweetness even if the fake words keep sticking out.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully atmospheric. At once, an admission of quiet grief, and a rallying cry against it. & how wonderfully you used all of the words!
ReplyDeleteI'm undone! 😀
This is exquisite, Grace.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David [ben Alexander]
i really felt the melancholy of the ending.
ReplyDeleteThe invented words give it an enigmatic sense, impossible to know whether we've got the intended emotion, but that's part of the beauty of the sound.
ReplyDeleteI love
ReplyDelete"i can still long to be that comet
hurling headlong in blazing dust"
Gorgeous, Grace! I got carried away in the ebb and flow of your words and then blasted off into space with that comet! I love the final stanza especially :-)
ReplyDeleteYou capture and refine my own current mood with this, Grace. The first and second stanzas blew me away..so many delicate, floating images that evoke a mood of unmoored ideas lost in a dream, feelings that wander in a limbo they can't break free from..and so the whole poem. The end especially is inexpressibly poignant.
ReplyDelete“between light and darkness/make this wave in my mind/a weave with the universe”: these lines crystallized for me the melancholia in a way that is beyond words ironically, given the prompt. Pure poetry with its own evocative logic, so effortless and smooth. Then the blazing comet of hope at the end. I love it, Grace.
ReplyDeletePax,
Dora
Between midnight and dawn and between the lines of stories...wow! Superb!
ReplyDeleteFantastic use of so many of the words given. And the imagery stunning. I luv the echis of Decartes to end
ReplyDeleteMuch💟love
Your blackbirds have me longing for, dreaming of, HOME!
ReplyDeletea cornucopia of a poem, Grace. hope you are well ~
ReplyDeleteAll the magic words of longing. Winter is always a between time.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteWell done, and seemingly effortlessly.
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