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| Open Poetry #34 |
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Calamity Of Human Touch |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada 
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 Mysterious, yes I suppose she is. Long ago awakened to the consciousness She is but another living soul stolen By the calamity of human touch. Now she waits for nothing, Walking without destination Among the throngs of the unimportant Who don’t mean a damn. Her eyes beyond lost in lack luster emotion, Surviving where her own shadow no longer exists. See how she wears her heavy shroud like armor. Perhaps its weight keeps her from seeing, Touching that warmth in the center of her being Where sensitivity and truth resides. A glimpse makes her afraid that, It will certainly be writing her epitaph. So on and on vultures live on her existence. Still somehow so intent on embracing fragmented light, Blocked by years of mental knots yet to be undone That fear wove with too many whys and hows. Self-acceptance and forgiveness forever in limbo, Clinging to ancient bonds While constantly her pendulum swings. What choice is that – is that life? Living where real darkness lives and breeds On the contents of a decaying human soul. Mysterious, yes I suppose she is. Trying to heal by offering herself as a vessel To be filled with collective souls buried in darkness. Welcoming those wallowing in some pity or pain, For they alone can camouflage her own soul cravings As it constantly screams, “squeeze me.” She lives for mists that stifle and choke the life from her For it is then she knows how the end really feels. In those brief moments when shadows are deepest Her heart remembers once in a lifetime ago, There flickered light where love warmed her wanton soul. In that instant once again, at least for now, She comes to her senses for yet another day. ~*~ Carpe' Diem |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
This is really beautiful. image and poem. JL  |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I read this while listening to Queen. The track seemed to blend in. I like your words. Dave |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I think I know her - maybe me at times. A beautiful and insightful write ... and a great picture. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this made me sad for her...thinking... sometimes, if thats all a person knows, there are no expectations for more... This was done with finese and understanding...beatiful.... |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Lee ~ You are absolutely right.  Glad you all stopped in to read this, that artist always just speaks to me somehow. |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Love this.  ~Alli~ Happy 2005! |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I think my favourite part was the part about the armour. -GIS Corruption is caused by holes in obedience to God. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
A mysterious write Mysteria about the mystery of life. May she find the peace we all crave soon. Enjoyed. Poets against the war is redundant |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
She is but another living soul stolen By the calamity of human touch. Now she waits for nothing, Walking without destination Among the throngs of the unimportant Who don’t mean a damn *mercy* I see her so clearly, perhaps because I know her so well, she would be me. Thanking you for the wake up call Mysteria, you write beautifully. Your poem touched every corner of my heart and soul, and that is the true gift of poetry. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Mysterious, yes I do suppose she really is. She lives inside all of us, waiting for the opportunity to rise to make us fall. Thanks to you all for reading this one. |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Thre's a depth in this piece that leaves my mind in a place that's a bit frightening Sharon. Really well done. Excellent phrasing and imagery.  Best wishes and hugs, /Kit |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"Mysterious, yes I suppose she is. Long ago awakened to the consciousness She is but another living soul stolen By the calamity of human touch. Now she waits for nothing, Walking without destination" The part of us that would give up if we were any less strong... Beautiful, and inspiring Sharon. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Trying to heal by offering herself as a vessel To be filled with collective souls buried in darkness. Welcoming those wallowing in some pity or pain, For they alone can camouflage her own soul cravings As it constantly screams, “squeeze me.” ========================================== Far too many know this cycle....filling their emptiness with someone else's pain, hoping not to feel their own. Sadly, it doesnt usually work, we have to heal ourselves before we can heal others...otherwise its all just salt in open wounds...we cant give others inner peace if we dont have it for ourselves. Your verse did the painting justice... well done poetess of the mysterious pen. Among the kingdom of the winds ... perhaps there is one of elegant mind, who has no need to intrude on the solitude of single things. CB |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Kit ~ The truth is often scary but you knew that right. Susan ~ We came equipped with that defence mechanism I think? Janet Marie ~ As ususa you got it! It is impossible to cover up pain of any kind, its only a temporary "fix." Some pain goes away in time with help, and some I am afraid never goes away. Thanks ladies, for putting up with yesterday'ssomewhat twisted mind wander. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
a twisted mind wander... yet once again, I find this is one of your best. I like when you are serious and matter of fact. But then, there's not too much mysterious about me. |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Sharon-- the title drew me in....and the poem and picture work so well together....you just have that touch about you....  ~~*~~ |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Beautifully done, Sharon...with understanding and compassion!  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Sen ~ You know me it comes and goes, and goes, and goes. Glad you enjoy the sick ones LOL.GE ~ Great to see you here, I missed ya! Martie ~ From a lady with a lot on her plate I am not surprised you got this one. Oh, I am so excited! I always wanted to be first to post when the time clock changed on this site at midnight. What a way to start a brand new day. Horray and Happy Thursday! |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
"She is but another living soul stolen By the calamity of human touch" I'm not the first to single out this pair of lines as a poem unto itself. Simply a beautiful piece, despite being a bit dark. Perhaps she should have been touched by a cat? Thank you for this. Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Ken, we can be touched by many things, the trick is in being able to feel it. |
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