The cupboard was bare except for epiphany bites
The epiphany bit
Not fair to ask those to cope with her blank
The part where life pauses in her soul’s gravity
How can you arrest for there is no crime
Who would want to sit with her where upside down is right side up
What frustration for smooth cogs to be in the uneasy ramble of a backward wheel
The blank in her had velocity ten years ahead of it’s time but unclear dissertation
Her tongue listened with blue eyes understanding
not the language of most
The epiphany wrestled her intellect to common ground
to see her blank total of nothing expression when coping with the menace of restlessness
Grabbing her face to look reality without disgrace
She knew no blame was on the bench where they had sat
Blank with no thoughts she got dressed in the other moments of that day
A level of enough would topple the King and Queen of the kindest domain
What she knew was clear on the day the epiphany opened her mind to this view
How could she expect the blank in her to be compatible with the rest of a full world
A gap in the lining of heart opened a little and a portion of the blank went home
© K S Hardy 2011
Comments
Never ever apologis for your beautiful muse and never whencshe brings creations such as this to the table, I love the word epiphany and even more than that love the meaming it has …can honestly say have only had a few big ones in my life …hoping for more with each grey hair I grow(has to be some compesation for the buggers).For some reason this made me almost teary …so many beautifully crafted lines but this
Grabbing her face to look reality without disgrace
She knew no blame was on the bench where they had sat
pierced my heart and also blew me away with its craftsmenship. You are a beuatiful soul creating beautiful deep work V:)xxxxx
Thank you dear dear you…xxx
I think those that are sensitive creatures can experience a hold up in the traffic of thoughts but when the green light is on….what a picturesque wonderful drive in life it is :O))
– Arcadia Tempest
That link says a lot about what we already know at some level. Nice to see in words though. Creative, sensitive, and empathic, all in one. Both curse and blessing. I would not wish to be less so. Good thinking and writing Karen Sue.
Dick
Thanks Dick
I am replying with what I have said to Tina as it really says what I believe.
“I think those that are sensitive creatures can experience a hold up in the traffic of thoughts but when the green light is on….what a picturesque wonderful drive in life it is”
I do thank you for reading my writing which is very much appreciated.xx
– Arcadia Tempest
Lovely write; you have such a marvelous way with words. Thank you, Karen, for another delightful read. There is a soul hunger in all of us that will always set us somewhat apart from each other and all things; it longing for oneness, return to our sourse—which is everything.
Hi Joe
I read with interest I am taking your interpretation of what I penned as the ’blank‘
I do so feel that we have lost a lot of being connected with how modern life separates us with our fences and in-home entertainment.
There was a time that people would be part of social gatherings on a regular basis for entertainment.
To be part of something ‘bigger’ yet it can be not larger than a few… interesting is it not…xx
– Arcadia Tempest
I have learned to embrace my weirdness and am learNING, that the world has a place for the odd nuts and cogs…and that I do fit here somehow. and ever since I realized that: the entire universe has opened up like a flower.
thanks for reiterating the fact that we, the backwards upside-down, are not all alone. xoxoxo
Not alone ….no amongst so many many friends….xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
oh yeah…
Oh Yeah…ring that Epiphany! ;O)
– Arcadia Tempest
Your muse can ramble wherever ( is it a he or a she ? or something else?) ( that started something in this stupid ole head) ( yes stupid is as stupid does) Loved the ramble…i might be sensitive but i know i can’t paint…xoxo
Can’t paint….what get away with ya!
I have read such rich imagery in your writing Mr Welshman!
Not a painter my silvery shiny butt! ;O)
Oh the silvery shiny butt, …that was the muse still in a back log of Christmas cheers.;o) xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
a gap in the lining of her heart . . . oh, I liked that bit the best! beautiful writing
Hi Judith
Many thanks for reading and leaving your kind words, appreciate that you see the beauty in this …xx
– Arcadia Tempest
Oh for me this makes so much sense, my cogs are either seizing or misaligned but hey one can live that way. You are a super woman xoxoxo
“A gap in the lining of heart opened a little and a portion of the blank went home”
somehow that one spoke to me more directly than anything else i’ve ever read!…:)..xx chitrali
mmmmmm…..
What frustration for smooth cogs to be in the uneasy ramble of a backward wheel
here we have the glorious expression of feelings i’ve always felt but could never quite say…… lately it seems every time i create something, even if it hurts, a little more of the pain goes home….lovely, heartwrenching….beautiful piece, Karen Sue…and thanks for that link, too….