Tuesday, May 10, 2011

ascension

i have chosen
my own ascension - prior to the a pouring
of wholeness - central
motifs are the newest in religious wear

i have focused
before on cause and affect
on existential thought
timed thin, threaded - practice never being
perfected in
my minds eye, holding straight
my worldly downfall

baptismally i drowned
dead in my own rebirthing - last rites
administered as crawl never
quickened

reconciled i reincarnated
self, solidified
to a matter of course
holding a separate sanctity of knowing
a collective parting of Ways
illuminated; leveraged in wider a spectrum
side stepped the
personalized purgatory, scripted as
elevating

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

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34 comments:

  1. UnknownMay 10, 2011 at 10:00 AM

    thank you, you framed this well.

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  2. annell4May 10, 2011 at 11:35 AM

    Yes, continue to hold that "separate sanctity of knowing." Your words sparkle! So beautiful....

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  3. Brian MillerMay 10, 2011 at 11:40 AM

    snap...this is vicious...love it bk...esp...baptismally i drowned
    dead in my own rebirthing - last rites
    administered as crawl never
    quickened

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  4. WyomingDivaMay 10, 2011 at 12:37 PM

    Well written and thought-provoking. Thank you.

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  5. Dulçe ♥May 10, 2011 at 1:11 PM

    Sigh... so well you apparantly already made up your mind on how this already WAS!

    Becoming aware of all these spiritual matters shows some unique wisdom.
    Bkm, you never cease to astound me

    D.

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  6. ClaudiaMay 10, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    some wicked word play here and thought provoking write - i also loved the baptismally drowned

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  7. AsobimeMay 10, 2011 at 2:15 PM

    "sidestepped the personalized purgatory..."

    Wow...that threw me back to another situation...one of bondage, and not a spiritual striving....but a purgatory indeed.

    This poem is so many layered....your message is on top, but it spirals deep.

    Lady Nyo

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  8. anthonynorthMay 10, 2011 at 2:24 PM

    It's all there in the first line - I have chosen.
    Great words.

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  9. AnonymousMay 10, 2011 at 2:34 PM

    "baptismally i drowned
    dead in my own rebirthing"

    once again you have laid out the words
    in the perfect way...drowning baptismally
    and dying in your rebirth...brilliant
    and heavy duty. always such a pleasure!

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  10. AnonymousMay 10, 2011 at 2:40 PM

    Feels like a sublime fated journey down an incased spiral staircase B, you paint the picture so well with your words.

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  11. Carrie Van HornMay 10, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    This is an amazing journey of words Bkm....I was not content with reading it once....my heart had to read it twice...it is profound and beautiful! :-)

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  12. Gemma WisemanMay 10, 2011 at 3:29 PM

    The paradoxical, metaphorical tensions in this poem are startling and rivetting! Dynamic writing!

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  13. BeachannyMay 10, 2011 at 4:02 PM

    Catechism haunts and resonates so well. I know these words; you use them well. Here's to both of us "ascending" by redemption or metaphorically, it doesn't matter. Onwards and upwards always. Exquisite write my dear, wonderful! Gay

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  14. Sherry Blue SkyMay 10, 2011 at 6:01 PM

    Wow, this is deep, bkm......well done.

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  15. Irish GumboMay 10, 2011 at 7:17 PM

    Spiraling up and out...or down and in? Not sure that is critical, but either way you framed the journey in gripping terms.

    Bravo, m'lady.

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  16. Myrna R.May 10, 2011 at 9:12 PM

    Your words are sharp. They speak of an ascended spirituality indeed. Great write.

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  17. AnnaMay 10, 2011 at 9:49 PM

    Provoking, thoughtful, this spiritual ascension. Excellent!

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  18. moondustwriterMay 10, 2011 at 10:39 PM

    Your word choices on this ascension are strong like each purposeful tsp upward

    Nicely crafted motion on many levels

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  19. TashtooMay 11, 2011 at 4:54 AM

    side stepped the
    personalized purgatory...wish I could learn how to do that! This is an amazing portrait of personal toil. That inner battle that rages so fiercely by times. I am always so very humbled when I visit here, and realize the depth of the talent that is pooling. By the time I end my comment, I feel less than worthy, lol But this one...really hit where it hurts. Now my mind will be busy as I continue to ponder your words!

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  20. ayalaMay 11, 2011 at 5:45 AM

    Thought provoking- nice!

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  21. BubbaMay 11, 2011 at 8:44 AM

    It's like going down the drain, except upwards.

    Nice One Shot!

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  22. AnonymousMay 11, 2011 at 9:33 AM

    I love having to read a piece again and again, because it is so full... I seem to always be doing that here. Intriguing and deep... loved the 3rd verse... beautifully worded.

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  23. VictoriaMay 11, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    Profound reflections on the personalization of the religious/spiritual experience. Lots to think about in this one. You're one heck of a poetess!

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  24. BrendanMay 11, 2011 at 1:00 PM

    Poetry is scripture, isn't it, writing the myth in our own words? Lots of spiritual power here - in surrender, faith, baptism, catechism, and mystery. So right. - Brendan

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  25. Ginny BrannanMay 11, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    "reconciled I reincarnated
    self,"
    Like that phrase! I read this piece several times and take something different each time I read. Very thought provoking.

    (Thanks for stopping by my blog, I appreciated your comments!)

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  26. hedgewitchMay 11, 2011 at 3:59 PM

    So many great lines here, for the interior journey--my favorite is "crawl never quickened"--but the whole piece rings with the insight that comes only with profound struggle. Fine writing, barbara.

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  27. MargaretMay 11, 2011 at 6:16 PM

    ...a separate sanctity of knowing... What is one persons helll, is another's saving grace. The older I become, the more tolerant I become and the more I question. Thoughtful poem.

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  28. AnonymousMay 11, 2011 at 6:54 PM

    profound, personal write...i mean no disrespect when i say that my mind kept flashing to the movie Inception (there are these type of undertones if one cares to venture philosophically)...thought provoking, thank you ~

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  29. UnknownMay 11, 2011 at 8:30 PM

    such sadness wrapped up in religion. you have some amazing lines here, and i felt the tug of war going on

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  30. JerryMay 11, 2011 at 9:12 PM

    I do say miss, this is cutting and raw. When one sits with their spiritual self there is a chance of the feeling of drowning in rebirth.
    brilliant.

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  31. UnknownMay 12, 2011 at 10:06 AM

    Mastery of poetic delivery in this piece...its composition and message were brilliant. ~ Rose

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  32. signed...bkmMay 12, 2011 at 10:35 AM

    thank you for your comments...so many great writers out there and talent untapped...I appreciate your time and work...bkm

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  33. James RainsfordMay 12, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    Intense and profoundly moving. I found the imagery spoke to me directly, as when you write: "holding a separate sanctity of knowing
    a collective parting of Ways."
    A highly intelligent poem, nuanced and subtle. I loved it.

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  34. PattiKenMay 15, 2011 at 7:57 PM

    Your words speak to my soul. You are much more subtle in writing of your

    "...reincarnated
    self, solidified/to a matter of course/holding a separate sanctity of knowing/a collective parting of Ways/illuminated; leveraged in wider a spectrum/side stepped the/personalized purgatory, scripted as/elevating"

    I've made such blatant use of my hammer that lately I've begun to worry about being hit by lightning.

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