opening of the eyelid/closing of the day
I would create more moons
here
in this space:
I sleep
with no earth beneath me
suspended in lavender
as in a dream
with no walls
a memory kept
like a music box
with no time
to wear it away
{_I’d create…_}
I’d melt violins into my mouth
so as to sing
that note which lingers
in between
the opening of the eyelid
and the closing of the day
where moths settle on skin
and weave their tales, rich dust
to feed the inescapable:
anxiety
how is it that I still sleep (far away)
with all this “world” to fill me
and no earth beneath me?
the heart trembles
in the severed throat of woman
in the womb of all things
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I sleep
with no earth beneath me
suspended in lavender
as in a dream
with no walls
Amazing, I almost published a poem so simular… but just put one on about a choir instead. Perhaps tomorrow. :)
I’d melt violins into my mouth
so as to sing
that note which lingers
This is just so good, Erika. Constant praise is fantastic to soften the effects of self-doubt, but there is a need for that razor edge cutting gaze of criticism, mercilessly calling for a more refined excellence. In that spirit I say…
I’d melt violins into my mouth
so as to sing
The whole thing is whole, and so, so… good, so out of the womb of all things.
hmm… so you mean I should take out the line “that note which lingers?”
– Erika .
A serene poem with just a hint of anxiety. Well done.
Hello Helen :) So nice to see you here. x
Yes, that hint of anxiety…
– Erika .
Ha… no, I meant the whole thing is so, so good. That is my honest critical take on it, not just encouragement. It is utterly true and beautiful.
oh!
I see now ;D
I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding.
Your kind support and encouragement mean a lot Blake.
Thank you very much for your honesty, and generous words.
– Erika .
erika, what a lovely beauty you are. so full of romance, melancholy, dreams and whimsy, and your youthful spirit is connected to an earthly wisdom that is rare at your age (not to make it about age, but i admire people that are a step ahead)… this left me feeling like a tiny dandelion floating around everything that is.. just free and enjoying. xx
“free and enjoying” – If this poem left you feeling like this then I Must have done something insanely right, for I was feeling the opposite of what you describe when I wrote this. Such a beautiful comment from you Patti, you’re such a lovely soul, truly. And your words are tender and warm like you. Thank you so much for sharing them here with me xx
– Erika .
“I’d melt violins into my mouth
so as to sing
that note which lingers
in between
the opening of the eyelid
and the closing of the day”
Love this emotion, it is simply amazing. A beautiful write.
Thank you so much jshade!
I am glad you enjoyed this poem. That line is one of my favorites :)
– Erika .
simply wonderful
Thank you. So kind of you to say so :)
– Erika .
outstanding write. love it
Thank you so much Mark, for reading.
– Erika .
very very beautiful Erika ….
.. very insightful … perfectly worded … you are my most favourite poetess for sure ….
your favorite poetess?
oh, what an honor to be told this Anna, truly.
It means more than I can say… xx
– Erika .
Your poems a re little treasure to me..when I read your work I am soaking in brilliance…I mean that so very much..your work is so inspiring and excellent to read.
I still don’t know how to reply to this comment of yours.
You’ve no idea how amazing it is to read this, Chris.
It is so inspiring to be told this. Thank you, my friend.
– Erika .
so beautiful
I love the images and sensations that you create
Thank you kindly Vesna :)
– Erika .