godstruck

Cherry

By celticman

Wed, 01 Oct 2014
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9 comments
 

 

I mourn the sum of you.

The loss of you.

The only one I knew.

 

No sweets can make him sweeter.

No temper-tantrum tears.

No more.

 

Show me the runes.

Of what was to be.

Help me understand its theology.

 

Godstruck at the gates.

Where people used to go.

Desperation my only creed.

 

Let us meet anew.

But I cannot stand.

Without your helping hand.

 

Speak to me.

In your normal voice.

Unless you have no choice.

 

Close the casket.

Close the good book.

Grief take another look.

 

Let us tie the mourning ribbon.

Around my neck.

Lord Nothingness - grow unchecked.  

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

I like this a great deal.

I keep going back to reread and think I will do so again.

Some lovely phrases.

Lindy

Submitted by blackjack-davey on

pared down and precise

great study of the mind probing the limits and limitations of its boundaries and beliefs and the need for reassurance-- an actual voice, the squeeze of a real hand

Lord Nothingness will grow unchecked

Reminds me of the great RD Laing and his quote:

“We are afraid to approach the fathomless and bottomless groundlessness of
everything.‘There is nothing to be afraid of.’ The ultimate reassurance, and the
ultimate terror"

and also John Wilmot  (the mad seventeenth century earl) who wrote the brilliant Upon Nothing already intimations of post-modernism way back when

 

Submitted by celticman on

cheers Lindy and blackjack. R.D Laing. Now there's a thought to  hold. 

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

'Speak to me in your normal voice'  Prove it. Nothing's terrifying but better terrified than imagined somethings. This goes deep quickly.

 

Submitted by celticman on

cheers vera, just playing with words. 

 

Submitted by cc1959 on

"Show me the runes / Of what was to be." If only. Hauntingly poignant.

chrissie

Submitted by celticman on

cheers Birthday girl. 

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI CM

Very beautiful and deep poem. I wish I was clever enough to be able to say I understood it, but I can feel a mood from it.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by celticman on

I wish I was clever enough too jean. thanks for reading.