Tuesday, September 20, 2011

charmed



“Until you make the unconscious conscious,
 it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
― C.G. Jung



what smell
comes from  the rafters - from
lined library walls -
the catacombs have
long since eaten their dead, dried
them to a dusting

what circles the ground of founding virtue
pulling short the covering
to my soul - there is fine wine gone to vinegar, and
a carriage draped carnage

who enters and flows, moves and marks, deceives
and divides us, who cradles
the windows to our soul self; (my-self) - warmth meets a long chill
and the river running within
seeks a sep-ar-ate,
a secret
                         shelter

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011



Posted for d'Verse and for Magpie Tales  
painting the snake charmer by Henri Rousseau


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25 comments:

  1. annell4September 20, 2011 at 12:41 PM

    Who, is the question. Lovely write.

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  2. UnknownSeptember 20, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    who and what? I swear those two words are the source of so much mystery... Great piece.. leaves me wondering!

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  3. Pat HattSeptember 20, 2011 at 1:44 PM

    Why, this was a great piece
    Where, else would I find such a one

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  4. BubbaSeptember 20, 2011 at 2:13 PM

    Aging ain't always graceful. Choice words, B-Mac!

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  5. colleenSeptember 20, 2011 at 2:56 PM

    I love the description of the library and the line about fine wine going to vinegar.

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  6. HelenSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    The Jung quote is a nice touch ... your Magpie is deep and lovely.

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  7. TimoteoSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:34 PM

    Charmed, I'm sure.

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  8. Chasing TaoSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:37 PM

    Yes, indeed, Barbara,
    "the river running within
    seeks a sep-ar-ate,
    a secret."

    The ebb and flow of the river that runs through us, and connects us all to the great ocean of the universe beyond. And for a moment in "no-time" we become a small wave that emerges and thence returns to the ocean. Very nice...and

    Thanks for sharing!
    Roger ☺

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  9. Brian MillerSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:55 PM

    nice bit of wordplay there in the end...thereare no end tothe questions that spin in my mind..and dont know that they will ever rest...

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  10. BeachannySeptember 20, 2011 at 4:07 PM

    The knowledge of death without the ability to understand it seems to hold us all in thrall - the rivers of uncertainty and curiosity flow into and out of it fed by the everyday and the blood we manufacture and pump through our bodies every day. Well written and explored here, B. Thanks, Gay

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  11. UnknownSeptember 20, 2011 at 4:40 PM

    You are definitely a master of creating amazingly strong images, one right after the other. My favorite one was,

    "he catacombs have
    long since eaten their dead, dried
    them to a dusting"

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  12. lynneSeptember 20, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    poetic mystery.. beautifully done!

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  13. ayalaSeptember 20, 2011 at 6:21 PM

    Great piece!

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  14. Ann LeFloreSeptember 20, 2011 at 8:04 PM

    such a great poem and such strong images you have created in your work wonderful piece thanks for sharing
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/20/the-fait-of-our-lands/

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  15. Henry ClemmonsSeptember 20, 2011 at 9:28 PM

    I loved this. Almost spiritual. Warmth meets a long chill. You write some of the best lines. Always inspiring. Thank you.

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  16. TrellissimoSeptember 20, 2011 at 11:01 PM

    Very deep and thoughtful conversation with yourself.

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  17. ReflectionsSeptember 21, 2011 at 6:21 AM

    Fabulous look at the breaths we take, the chilling thoughts of those riverous vein slowing and peering into and beyond the end.

    Charming piece.

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  18. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2011 at 8:14 AM

    Great quote to start us off with from Jung - sets the tone with which you continue to captivate us. A thoughtful conversation, composed of strong images - "the river running within
    seeks a sep-ar-ate,
    a secret." Lovely ending note.

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  19. Chronicles of IllusionsSeptember 21, 2011 at 1:24 PM

    i am left pondering - and I like that

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  20. Jannie FunsterSeptember 21, 2011 at 3:21 PM

    Barbara, I always find a bit of mystery in your poems, but that's partly why I like them so much.

    I think your soul is nice! Not vinegar at all. Tho..... vinegar IS an important ingredient in many fine foods. Ketchup on my burger, pickles too. Sweet ' n sour Chines food!! (Now, I'm craving.)

    I LOVE the smell of rafters. And libraries!!

    xoxo

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  21. signed...bkmSeptember 21, 2011 at 8:08 PM

    Thanks and I am sorry I have been so amiss on replies...have been working alot on a new business - so my writing time is a bit limited and my reply time less....thank you all will try to by to visit as soon as I can...bkm

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  22. Isabel DoyleSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:52 PM

    Your poem is full of haunting images and spidery questions - well done

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  23. hyperCRYPTICalSeptember 22, 2011 at 3:13 AM

    Fabulous words.

    Anna :o]

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  24. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallSeptember 22, 2011 at 12:49 PM

    lovely magpie.


    good luck on your new project.

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  25. Tess KincaidSeptember 24, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    Beautiful. I love separate secret shelter.

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