judyanne
judyanne
Jan 22, 2015

conduit

Poem Body

empty canvas
screams silence
the nightmare of nothing

fractured fear
spirals
to a bubble of imperfection
where autumns pretend to be spring
and summers cry with winter warmth

half animal
half angel
half lost

becoming
somewhere
on the road to nowhere

but there are times
a vivid forever
sounds in my head

.. a husky deep acknowledgement

and, for a short while
there exists serenity

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Western Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Favourite poets? So many, so varied. I like particular songs, not necessarily the singer... and the same goes for poetry. I can honestly say though, that Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman was what inspired my love of poetry - my mother began reading it to me when I was still a baby, and it became my favourite bedtime story

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Comments

judyanne

judyanne

10 years 3 months ago

for the very kind comment
- 'cry' .... I wondered about making that word 'weep', for the alliteration with 'winter warmth' - but decided I prefer 'cry' for the double meaning of making a noise as well as weeping...

Thank you for the thought
love judy
xxx

weirdelf

I suspect you murdered your muse and relied on your own innate talent. (I won't dob)
Do you smoke cigarettes?

It spoke to me in many ways, clear without spelling it out.
A grand effort.

judyanne

Lol - it's not illegal to murder a rhyming muse, is it?
well keep quiet anyway - just in case it is after all ...

Yes, I hate to admit that I do smoke cigarettes ... lol - am I missing something? Why do you ask?

Love judy
xxx

weirdelf

".. a husky deep acknowledgement

and, for a short while
there exists serenity"
smells of nicotine to me [grins]

judyanne

Looking for the 'like' button
and OK - will change the pic - later, when i find a decent one of myself - terrible to think I might have been keeping your tongue in check - you poor man, you must've been feeling quite castrated lol
xxx

mand

mand

10 years 3 months ago

I hope you are well. :)

Your muse is deep - "to me" it appears to be about a transition from a mental state of confusion and fear etc to a fleeting moment of peace of mind! ( which is like an oasis of sanity midst chaos ).

The vivid contrast between the start and finish gives it meaning and power!

Great poem - I hope I've interpreted it right. :)

Love Mand xxx

judyanne

Yes I am very well thanks ... you too I hope
Thanks for your thoughts on this... it can be read many ways, I think
lol - Jess even found the joy of having a cigarette during times of stress
love judy
xxx

lovedly

when this happens
then one needs an immediate check up

glad u changed into reality Judy
ur snap

is it the real one or still!
inreal
I M A G I N A T I O N

lovedly

and
I am only half

In 1970's I died in an accident
went to heaven

My doggy belt was held by my wife
as a dogs
and she pulled me back alive
I was recalled by humans

Half side almost dead
LHS of head was bloated red

How I wish I had flown to heaven

Now again in late 1990's
I faced a calamity
the brain was again fractured
half an eye
half an ear
nerves pulsating

I tell no one
not even to those to me so dear
as death I have been awaiting
at the threshold of time
ere I was born
half alive
half dead

still am swimming ahead many
who ought to never have been read
ought to have been since long dead

I still await!