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Gathering Me
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Gathering Me |
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Shelley Member
since 2000-01-27
Posts 263Ohio, USA |
I'm doing it, again, running away to the mountains in my mind. Standing on the cliffs overlooking the valleys of life, keeping them at a distance. I feel safe here, unattached from everyone, unable to be reached. A place of solitude, enabling me to collect my thoughts and gather my strength before descending back to reality. The beauty I find in the dirt and the rocks is my own. Renewing my spirit with the simplicity of it's basic needs, carefully planting the seeds for tomorrow's unknown. Reassuring me that my beliefs are not without substance. Each cave is another hidden part of me that needs to be explored. Flushing out talents that lay silent in the darkness, amplifying the happiness that is marked on the walls. Uncovering the anger that stays repressed, gently nurturing with love to coax it from it's shelter. In these mountains of majestic beauty is the beginning of my journey to find the peace within me. Calming my soul with its magnitude of serenity before cradling me back to reality. |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
Wonder if this is a good place to start the poetry/prose debate going again. I like the fact that you keep the metaphor going, the middle stanza are quite interesting but I prefer a little more tension here -- what about the dangers of too much introspection (the id is lurking somewhere in there, right?) Interesting idea, Brad |
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warmhrt Senior Member
since 1999-12-18
Posts 1563 |
Shelley, This is the first time I've seen a piece like this in prosaic form that I would call poetry (in CA). I know there are some here who might say it's a bit too cliched, but, in this instance, I don't feel it is at all. I liked the wording and the metaphor...just reading it calmed me. I, though, am a nature lover, who gardens with no gloves, as I like the feel of the earth in my hands...to feel a connection with nature itself. Introspection is ALWAYS good; nothing to be afraid of there. The so-called id is but the limbic system in the brain...the origin of raw, impulsive thoughts and urges...we all have them...they just get filtered nicely through our reasoning and judgement area, the frontal lobe. Learning about one's self, exploring those "caves" is the manner in which we come to know ourselves, and become aware of our faults and our strengths. Then, if we wish, we can go about the process of changing them. It is also a way to reach emotions we may keep hidden, to bring them out, examine them. As poets, these are the best subjects we can use in our work. Sorry, Shelley, didn't mean to go on like this, but your poem did touch me. I thought it very good indeed. Kristine < !signature--> All that we see or seem - Is but a dream within a dream ~ Edgar Allan Poe [This message has been edited by warmhrt (edited 02-23-2000).] |
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Shelley Member
since 2000-01-27
Posts 263Ohio, USA |
Brad, Thank you for responding. I wasn't quite sure how to take it at first, I was left wondering if you had your morning coffee before you read this. LOL Kristine, Thank you also for your comments. I am a nature person too so to regain my "grip" I run straight for mother nature. There are worse things to run to. Thank you again for your response. |
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