Open Poetry #47 |
Hunkering Down |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
what visions are found within darkness of imagination before the winds of change scatter them willy-nilly into the cellar of id's yawing jaws what do you hear when alone and cold bites your soul shrilling wind outside what is the music it plays do you dance or hide from your uttermost fears the wind talks to you does it dare tell you the truth that you are fraudulent nowhere else to go universe caving in on you curl into human ball hiding freezing from global warming eyes pools of dark regret your wants and desires folded up and put in a suitcase as you cry tears of ineptitude a gurgling, final hiss my dream, my dream ~~ How come abbreviated is such a long word? ~~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Let me say that this poem shows your great talent powerfully. Our fears! We feel so small in this vast overwhelmingly mysterious Universe and our limited perceptivity makes us indeed hunker down and curl up so many times. We are in the flow of continuous change (also climatic change, yes!). But we are not alone! I believe that our material death is only a transition into another dimension, where our dreams continue. We are not mere flesh, there is so much more to our existence. You have touched upon themes that can't be exhaustively treated in just a few words, but you provoke thoughts. It is our goal, I think, to grow in the awareness of being part of a divine plan, of being LOVED. We are all walking this Path together and when we reach out we always find that invisible (or visible) hand to help us trusting our steps. Great work, dear Jerry! Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; I am mastered totally by Love." (Rumi) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Appreciate your commitment to read and comment on my writings. Most of the time your comments or so indepth to the poem that I rather get more out if it than do the poem itself. And that's a good thing. ~~ How come abbreviated is such a long word? ~~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Jerry, you give so much comfort in your works like this. Cold as some of the images may be, they are warmed by recognition and sharing. The journey is not quite so scary with you blazing the trail. Thanks for taking me along. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Good morning, Lori, and thank you for being here and your lovely comments. ~~ How come abbreviated is such a long word? ~~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I will quote Margerita: "this poem shows your great talent powerfully" I love the grit of your work when you are on your game, the grit of it..Not maucho like some dark writers of darker themes.. It is real life you have captured here, like Bukowski did, like Bertolt Brecht. Very well done. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks, Ice, to associate me with greats as you did gives me a little shiver up my spine. I love your comments and again, thank you so much. Uh, I don't do macho very well, it always turned me off because most of it is so damned fraudulent. ~~ How come abbreviated is such a long word? ~~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"a gurgling, final hiss my dream, my dream" Great write JerryPat2. I really like the close. Reads like the middle part of a short story. Enjoyed. Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Appreciate it JL. Hope you are having a good day. ~~ How come abbreviated is such a long word? ~~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I started reading this poem with the memory that the last time I heard the term "hunker down", the wind stripped my home away as it screamed and howled at my helplessness... but the stark and powerful images you've written are of much more than a literal storm. Like Margherita said... it's a very thought provoking work!! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hello suthern, and thank you for being here. I take it you were in a hurricane or tornado. Either one would certainly make you "hunker down." I hope no one was harmed during the storm. Sometimes my thoughts grab me and I give them free reign, which is what happened to this poem. To feel such helplessness, whether realistic as you did, or mentally as this poem suggests is a horrible place to be. ~~ How come abbreviated is such a long word? ~~ |
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