Saturday, November 26, 2016

witness removed

succumbing to solitude
is what is needed
a bare floor - a set of salted beads

a closed vision exposes, filtered white
against inner
emptiness

one bead at a time
one layer at a time, ripped, torn
uneven
giving way as heavy
lifts light

the worn wood marks place
for two unfamiliar bones

i could kiss the offering
laid before me

all witness removed


bkmackenzie
2016

Poetry Panty - PoetsUnited. 

22 comments:

  1. a closed vision exposes, filtered white
    against inner
    emptiness

    one bead at a time
    one layer at a time, ripped, torn
    uneven
    giving way as heavy
    lifts light


    Beautifully deep!

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  2. I love the notion of "succumbing to solitude". My preferred state. So peaceful!

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    1. Thank you very much Sherry. I love solitude also...bkm

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  3. Those moments of solitude can be the perfect moment really.

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    1. They are perfect at the right time...bkm

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  4. Whoa!Reading it several times... still digesting. Very interesting theme and ending.
    ZQ

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    1. Thank you Martin for always visiting...bkm

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  6. Lovely and meditative and soothing ... AND ... nuanced and intriguingly mysterious. Good writing!

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    1. Thank you Wendy for reading and commenting...bkm

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  7. in solitude we often can find pieces of ourselves.

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  8. I would love to succumb to solitude both externally and internally...

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  9. Hmmm, disturbing (even though I enjoy solitude).

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  10. I was thinking of "Enlightenment Guarenteed," a movie, your poem makes me think of it again.

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  11. What, I wonder, is keeping the speaker from kissing the offering?

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  12. I agree with Rosemary that this is a bit disturbing...and I want to know the backstory!

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  13. Such powerful imagery- i think there is a lot to be said for a bare floor and quietly working with beads.. it may seem cold to the outside world but in the right hands can be like a blank piece of paper..or a deep breath

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