|Sybille Sterk 1485 posts||
Poor Anna is sick in bed with a fever and the shivers and asked me to do the Sunday features for her. So I am just filling in and Anna has to make good on her promise to choose just writing for her features next time.
My theme for this week are the different worlds we live in – not the ones everyone can see, but the inner worlds. This was inspired by Kristin’s fabulous image. I have to admit I felt attracted to this image in part because of it’s title. It’s something that a character says in one of my favourite books – Jack in The Dark Tower by Stephen King – and it was always one of those lines that stuck with me.
The next poem I chose because it’s so in contrast with the acceptance of Kristin’s poem – someone still trying to find ‘their’ world.
Sometimes i feel like im wedded to passivity
The next image with it’s vintage feel reminded me of ‘lost worlds’, the times that have gone and it’s nice to remember them too.
I couldn’t resist this poem by Kristin. There’s something so timeless about it and I am still thinking about what it all means.
I do not remember you;
Nothing is relative here.
Here, relativity grows cherubs
I walk to the garden
when sun sets its eye
There is a radio tower
while each wingless bird
while Polaris makes a nest
Sometimes I see
until the bodiless feathers
and the apples
This image caught my eye because the colours and composition are arresting. Another world… one gone mad and possibly bad.
And here’s the perfect match in Rhonda’s poetry…
I think back on those past times.
Yet you still hold them in front of me.
It is as if I am still jailed.
Can we ever just start over?
You smile that smile I know says NO.
The next image is about the people that make our world and help us ‘hold it together’. I’ve loved this image since it first appeared in my image stream.
Here’s a different kind of world, a world where wishes might come true and I haven’t quite decided if this would be a good world to be in or not. See what you think….
I wish for you to feel my presence when I’m not there, like a blanket that wraps you up in a sweet heat.
I wish for the forgetfulness of your pain and a rememberance of me when something makes you smile. I wish for your mouth to water when the thought of a kiss can bring back your passion, and the recovery of the taste of me on your lips.
I wish for your dreams to be kind and that the lover in them is me, even when your with another, I wish for you to not forget the feel of all that is my body…I wish for you not to compare the sensation aloud, but to relish it’s memory, silently, deeply, sinfully, exquisitley…all to yourself so that I’m with with you unkown to whomever your loving.
I wish to be held in your hand, and touched in memory. I wish to be the salt you lick away from the efforts of love, the concentration of thought and the daily grind of life.
I wish to be the button always pushed that can make your heart race and the sensation that makes your body yearn, I want to be the pleasurable pain you feel when your begging for release.
I wish to not be forgotten, so I send these wish’s out as a dark prayer every night, from the depths of my bed, cold and deep. I wish for you to hear my voice from so far away. I won’t be any more forgotten than I already am, and if my wishes are granted, than I never could be.
I just couldn’t resist this image. I love the depth of colour and the subject.
Nikki’s poem shows the kind of hurt and pain we go through in those worlds that no one sees…
Enough enough doldrums drams, and drudgery, my limbs are heavy with non-compliance, And my mind is bursting it seems, with words and images, its composed calmness a folio of offloading, I overflow, I navigate winding worm holes throughout life’s general mishmash, “it’s a mixed bag” they say “and the spice of life” but there’s no heavy petting, keep you head down, and cleverly disguise your misdemeanours in labels, groups and genres, an assemblage of misfits are we, enough enough, I’m so weary.
Enough enough sighs, shams and spitfires, this mortal needs peace, just a small a piece of land to twirl and sing with conviction, I’m occupied with the woods and rivers and I can no longer contain myself in, brick, metal and wire, society’s heavy bulkhead of fortification, sucking the air. Terra firma calls me, claiming my lungs and loins with spores and pollen, planting seeds in my mind and womb, its blissful abandonment. Social order is in disarray, and I’m going under, I rage, I rampage, quietly, on the face of things, a smile for a while, it appears to be slipping, enough enough I’m fading.
Enough enough, vandals, voids and vampires, they suck drain and bewilder, leaving me broken, forlorn and empty, I’m fighting for who I am, but not sure what that is yet, the only sense I make, is a breeze on a tree, it whispers to me, “come home”, I have a burning in the heart of me, that matter doesn’t matters, it just expresses who resides inside, we are socially chastised and constrained and I yearn for pastures new, lush greens, burnt umbers and soft mellow, it travels to the eye so swift and calms the psyche, leaving self behind, a friend in kind and comfort, enough enough no more I’m already gone…
But back to life and what it can be and should be when you’re starting out. Again, a vintage feel but with a totally different look and seemingly a different world altogether.
Finally, this poem by lovelyrita. Worlds colliding? Justice? Revenge? I am not sure. I just know I loved it when I read it, there’s something compelling about it that makes you think and wonder…
I see you
I see you
I see you
I see you
I see you
I hope you enjoyed these Sunday features and congratulate all the lovely artists without whom RB wouldn’t be what it is. :-)
Anna and Sybille xoxo
|FilleDeLEau 59 posts||
Great choices Sybille!
Anna take care of you and be well soon!
|Sukhwinder Flora 29 posts||
Congrats to everyone, and thank you for picking my poem xxxx
|Berns 3034 posts||
Get well soon Anna ! Congrats to everyone, thank you for including me :)
|patjila 1106 posts||
Congrats to all featured artist stunning works of art and words!
|eoconnor 2556 posts||
HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON ANNA .GREAT CHOOSING SYBILLE WELL DONE ALL GREATIMAGES AND WRITTINGS!@liZ
|Beautifuldreamer 81 posts||
Great choices here!
Dear Anna, get lots of rest and feel better soon . . .
|Anna Shaw 7387 posts||
Thanks my darling sisters – I am so grateful to Sybille for stepping in at the last minute.
I am still feeling rough but could not resist stopping by and saying how FABULOUS these features are. Congratulations to you all.
|strawberries 389 posts||
great work here!