I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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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.

32 comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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    1. 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. wow an amazing poem Love it

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  7. 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. A difficult place to be, my thoughts are with you

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

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

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  11. This is wonderfully written Rosemary!

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

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  13. I feel the prick of that thorn that drew blood.

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

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

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

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

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  18. Dark and powerful. beautiful capture.

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  19. "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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  20. Dark, lonely, despairing. A mood well captured!

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

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  22. 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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  23. 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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