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6 October 2017

The Ground from Under

You are falling roses,
you are patches of darkness,
you are words unspoken.

Into the gashes between
your forms and seemings 
I plummet. Cliff walls are stone.

How can now an arrival
happen, let alone pertain?

Black and bloody, drifting,
I consign me to endless.

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31 comments:

  1. Thylacine X6 October 2017 at 18:54

    Thank you for today's poems Rosemary ... not "enjoyed" exactly, but very helpful to me after a bad week of my own :)

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade6 October 2017 at 19:19

      Glad to be cathartic for you. (It often works for me, better than soothing or cheering.)

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  2. ✿8 October 2017 at 10:54

    Good heavens, woman. This is incredible poetry!!!

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade8 October 2017 at 12:28

      Good heavens, yourself. :) Thank you for such high praise.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky15 October 2017 at 03:42

    Wow, this is very beautiful...the falling.....the cliff walls......gorgeous.

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  4. Mary15 October 2017 at 06:41

    Hmmmm --- not sure how I feel about the idea of being consigned to endless. For some reason this seems like a punishment more than a joy.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade15 October 2017 at 08:48

      Quite true; no joy in this statement of loss and pain.

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  5. brudberg15 October 2017 at 17:37

    I feel the soil is talking to me... not the best of feelings,

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade16 October 2017 at 08:08

      The title comes from an old saying: Cut the ground from under someone's feet –
      to anticipate someone's action or argument and thus make it irrelevant or meaningless. It has come to mean anything that takes you by (nasty) surprise and leaves you without any solid foundation.

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  6. Marja15 October 2017 at 17:56

    wow an amazing poem Love it

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  7. Dr. Vandana Sharma15 October 2017 at 18:27

    It is always good to take out emotions be it any ways and there is always a refreshing felling in mind after we let out the hidden feelings.

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  8. John Buchanan15 October 2017 at 19:47

    A difficult place to be, my thoughts are with you

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  9. Sanaa Rizvi15 October 2017 at 20:08

    'Into the gashes between your forms and seemings I plummet. Cliff walls are stone'.. this is so poignant.

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  10. Brendan15 October 2017 at 23:03

    To that deep and dark failing and falling -- to our mortal cry -- the angels listen. So well crafted.

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  11. Thotpurge15 October 2017 at 23:28

    This is wonderfully written Rosemary!

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  12. hyperCRYPTICal15 October 2017 at 23:37

    Dark words expertly crafted. Let us hope you rise above endlessness.
    Anna :o]

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  13. colleen Looseleafnotes15 October 2017 at 23:51

    I feel the prick of that thorn that drew blood.

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  14. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)16 October 2017 at 00:22

    Wow! "Consign me to endless" Chills!

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  15. annell416 October 2017 at 01:18

    Yes, that last line, "Consign me to endless" captured me.

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  16. Magaly Guerrero16 October 2017 at 01:29

    Roses, darkness, and unspoken words... a subject made of pure mystery. Who wouldn't want to know that person?

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  17. J.N.T.16 October 2017 at 02:00

    Great dark poem for the upcoming Halloween holiday right? Either way, I love it!

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade16 October 2017 at 07:58

      Gosh, no! I despise Halloween – though I do keep lollies on hand so as not to disappoint any youngsters who come calling. It's not their fault that society has perverted the Sabbat of Samhain. In Australia we finally caught the Halloween habit from America (as we do many questionable things) and that is an even further bone of contention, as it's not even the right season here. I'm glad you love the poem regardless.

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  18. indybev16 October 2017 at 02:55

    A story to be told, and titillating dark words to speak of it!

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  19. ayala16 October 2017 at 04:17

    Dark and powerful. beautiful capture.

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  20. Gillena Cox16 October 2017 at 08:00

    "Words unspoken" and a consignment to "endless" im sure this is not the place to be

    Wishing you a good Sunday Rosemary

    Much💖love

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  21. Sarah Russell16 October 2017 at 08:18

    Dark, lonely, despairing. A mood well captured!

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  22. Wendy Bourke16 October 2017 at 10:04

    This is impactful and poignant ... visceral ... shattering ... stunning and achingly sad. Incredible writing.

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  23. kaykuala16 October 2017 at 21:12

    You are falling roses,
    you are patches of darkness,
    you are words unspoken.

    There are so many uncertainties which can develop into obstacles. It is only human that one can be subjected to lots of trying times to overcome. This is normal but painful when it happens.Great thoughts Rosemary!

    Hank

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  24. Magical Mystical Teacher18 October 2017 at 04:52

    I would, I think, prefer endless to ending. However, I think I have no choice in the matter, nor does anyone else.

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