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28 December 2017

On Going Within

I speak into a void. He, Hermit, goes
so far into his cave, no-one can see
his lone attempts to heal his current woes.
I don’t know if he’s even hearing me;
he’s possibly so deep he never knows
that messages are sent at all. Will he
restore himself by hiding as in womb –
or does he pull around himself a tomb?

Another ottava rima for the Poetic Asides form challenge

Sharing this (nearly a year later) with Poets United's Poetry Pantry #428

21 comments:

  1. Fascinating poem really. The choice of 'womb' to heal or 'tomb' to die is a choice sometimes it seems. I do hope he chooses the womb, as a tomb comes soon enough!

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  2. Pulling around himself a tomb is so powerful. I love the form and the rhyming in this piece. Well done, Rosemary.

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  3. Phew! The beginning didn't prepare me for the stark polarity of the choices at poem's end! I agree with Sherry about the power of the form and rhyme. Wow!

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  4. Stark choices indeed but aren't they both a point of birth or rebirth... thought provoking.

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  5. Fascinating write. I have days where I aspire to be a hermits.

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  6. Or are they interchangeable, the womb and the tomb?

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  7. Questions for the mirror's deep reflection. It is death to go that far into the cave: will the initiate follow?

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  8. Oh this is incredibly potent! The question at the end left me breathless.

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  9. Choice is such a changer. I wonder which path he'll take. I wonder, wonder...

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  10. I so wonder if anyone can solve his problems alone...

    too often the womb turns to tomb.

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  11. Interesting debate on solitude. Thanks for dropping by my sumi-e Sunday today Rosemary

    uchđź’›❤đź’›love

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  12. That balance of healing or leaving and the trust that the speaker has to allow for the choice sent a shiver down my back.

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  13. One can feel the weight of the tomb. A womb and tomb are both places of encasement. Both a place of birth or rebirth. Will he find a way to break free?

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  14. I had to stop and think about your words - so provocative. I did some reflection and think I could go back again and again to reflect on your poem. It not only speaks of introspection it elicits it. Wonderful write.

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  15. I am fascinated by this form and your deep words especially the ending of womb or tomb.....it does feel like that sometimes when I draw myself in and away.

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  16. Ah--this feel weighty and true--there is a wonderful sense of a return to ourselves in this piece for me

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  17. Rhyming does this well, is a joy to read. In particular, the rhyming couplet at the close … brilliant.

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  18. A clever use of 'womb' and 'tomb'...love the contrast. It means either a peaceful or sad ending

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  19. How well this poem is written on all counts; its imagery, rhyme and the unanswered question at the end. Brilliant!

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  20. masterfully done!
    we may never fully understand his search for solitude.

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