"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Saturday, May 8, 2010

My heart is in my hands (writer's island #2 stowaway)


Oblivious and nowhere

Thrown away and missing

Feelings of another epoch

Placed somewhere and tucked beneath

Requirements of being

Cast aside and disregarded

Wants of freedom to express

Negated and vacant

Swing high from the furthest point

Float halfway through and descend

Revolving brings it to the beginning

Transcends through a miniscule filament

Desires-Descension-Death
Posted by flaubert at 9:48 AM

24 comments:

  1. brenda wMay 8, 2010 at 10:38 AM

    Pamela, I found myself going back to the beginning and reading it through over and over again. Something about the rhythm draws me to it. I especially like "Revolving brings it to the beginning."

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  2. flaubertMay 8, 2010 at 10:48 AM

    Brenda,
    Thanks I wrote this in a bit of a haze over my morning coffee.
    Pamela

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  3. anthonynorthMay 8, 2010 at 4:14 PM

    This one is so deep and wise. And I agree, it flows beautifully.

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  4. flaubertMay 8, 2010 at 4:17 PM

    Thanks Anthony for saying so.
    Pamela

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  5. Stan SkiMay 8, 2010 at 9:53 PM

    I like the suggestion of repetition, while acknowledgeing the course will, eventually, be run.

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  6. flaubertMay 8, 2010 at 11:10 PM

    Stan,
    Thanks for that and noticing.
    Pameal

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  7. MarjaMay 9, 2010 at 1:49 AM

    Transcends through a miniscule filament
    very beautiful
    Love the rythm

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  8. Paul OakleyMay 9, 2010 at 2:03 AM

    I like the way the stowaway is psychic leftovers of another time. Nice!

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  9. UmaMay 9, 2010 at 6:13 AM

    Pamela, this is beautiful, words used so carefully carrying a depth of meaning.

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  10. Dee MartinMay 9, 2010 at 8:07 AM

    this is gorgeous - the rhythm pulls you along to the end like that miniscule filament!

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  11. Linda GoinMay 9, 2010 at 8:27 AM

    mmm...I see this poem as a playful hide and seek, toying with capture...at some point...

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  12. flaubertMay 9, 2010 at 11:31 AM

    Marja,
    Thanks for that appreciate it.
    Pamela

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  13. flaubertMay 9, 2010 at 11:32 AM

    Thanks Paul I enjoyed yours as well.
    Pamela

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  14. flaubertMay 9, 2010 at 11:32 AM

    Uma,
    Thanks and I loved your poem.
    Pamela

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  15. flaubertMay 9, 2010 at 11:33 AM

    Dee,
    Thanks for the comment.
    Pamela

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  16. flaubertMay 9, 2010 at 11:35 AM

    Linda,
    Thanks so much.
    Pamela

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  17. Wayne PitchkoMay 9, 2010 at 11:56 AM

    hello Pam..hazy over a morning coffee is a good way to start the day....and a wonderful poem....first line grabbed me ....and took me to a nice ending also....I reallly like this...cheers from the mountains

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  18. flaubertMay 9, 2010 at 12:11 PM

    Thanks my friend. Hope you are having a wonderful Sunday afternoon. Cheers to you from the land of volcanoes.
    Pamela

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  19. markoolioMay 9, 2010 at 9:33 PM

    I love the rhythm and I can feel the tiredness in this. I could feel the gravity in your words, like water revolving in a funnel. Well done, Pamela!

    ~Mark

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  20. flaubertMay 10, 2010 at 9:55 AM

    Mark,
    Thanks for commenting. Nice to see you.
    Pamela

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  21. Julie Jordan ScottMay 10, 2010 at 10:00 AM

    the combination of image and poem is especially stirring. Wow.

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  22. flaubertMay 10, 2010 at 10:24 AM

    Thanks Julie.
    Pamela

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  23. AnonymousMay 11, 2010 at 3:54 PM

    Great movement through this one. You do well with morning haze.

    The "swing high, float, filament" section makes me think of tiny spiders on the wind, discovering the world. (for me a good thing, I think little spiders are neat)

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  24. flaubertMay 11, 2010 at 4:32 PM

    Thanks Barb. Little spiders definitely have their place in the world.
    Pamela

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