The Breach

By MarciaMarcia

Thu, 10 Jun 2021
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The Breach 

 

one’s threads become unwound, unglued, off paced, unleveled ground

and searching viewed

through vision's skew

in silence cause synapses bound

each for each to misfire, reroute  

forever lost…abound

while body…you, holds near

all  things known

and treasured dear

in backward turn

is time dislodged

to tumbled sphere 

in place unwatched

slows in sleepy spaces be

reversed in flow 

beyond logic’s consciousness 

now replace

chrysalis-like and 

hung…

body…you

above a maze in wait

constrained by scene perceived 

your pronounced distortion’s 

proven breach

remains

what was in memory now was not

what is…is present gone 

what might have been…will not be done

in myriad minute’s 

passing glance 

by night, by day, by dusk

a sun’s dawned blush

turns ever dark 

lulling back a world grown small 

and still-dimmed beyond again becoming hushed…

till all of you and body full 

unfolds and empties unfound

 

Marcia Marcia

June 10,2021

For Michael

Certificate 15
Poem
Talecatching

Comments

Submitted by MarciaMarcia on

 

Submitted by Sim on

This poignant poem is your way coming to terms with the sad unravelling of the one you love. This is something many of us will have to face. I found it terribly moving.
There are so many lovely lines. "What is is present, gone. What might have been will not be done". "A sun's dawned blush turns ever dark, lulling back a world grown small and still...."

Sim

Submitted by MarciaMarcia on

Sim,   It is an experience like no other. You love someone and live with them all your adult life. 
you know who they are and they know who you are, deep inside each of you. And then, in the smallest measure of times, over weeks, over months, over years, that special someone in your life, begins to disappear, right before your eyes. 
       For so long I had no words, because there are none to define this self relational and interactive happening. But these words in this poem, helped ground me in the undeniable truth, the hopelessness of his reality and mine.  
  Thank you for commenting. 
I see many have read my words, but haven't commented. I understand this. What can one say about the inevitability of such a loss of self. 
  MarciaMarcia