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"Poetique" poet where goest thou on this trip? you sing your muse in small amusements confectionary conceits took a detour amazed labyrinthine ghost-like spooked poetique in the Matrix (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) “Subconscious Self “ (Original Mix) / Lisa Raven https://youtu.be/G4yY2Qkf9g8 "Rebecca"/Du Maurier. conceit. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/conceit ghosts. https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tell_me_something_beautiful_1310173

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 4/18/2022 6:19:00 PM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_stages_of_madness_1423852

Frederic Parker

Date: 4/18/2022 4:30:00 PM

to travel through our plane of existence and scratch the flakes off its skin watching them fall away in the dark of our minds only to retrieve them when they gather in clumps to form words that explain to our satisfaction things, we already knew...my first thought after reading my poetic friend

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/18/2022 5:47:00 PM

hmmm, I like it. My thought on it all - ghosts are poetique, messages they "try" to impart are in fact, unfinished business.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/18/2022 5:46:00 PM

This is interesting, a different take on ghosts...“The ORDINARY RESPONSE TO ATROCITIES is to banish them from consciousness. Certain violations of the social compact are too terrible to utter aloud: this is the meaning of the word unspeakable. Atrocities, however, refuse to be buried. Equally as powerful as the desire to deny atrocities is the conviction that denial does not work. Folk wisdom is filled with ghosts who refuse to rest in their graves until their stories are told. Murder will out. Remembering and telling the truth about terrible events are prerequisites both for the restoration of the social order and for the healing of individual victims.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/18/2022 5:46:00 PM

The conflict between the will to deny horrible events and the will to proclaim them aloud is the central dialectic of psychological trauma. People who have survived atrocities often tell their stories in a highly emotional, contradictory, and fragmented manner that undermines their credibility and thereby serves the twin imperatives of truth-telling and secrecy. When the truth is finally recognized, survivors can begin their recovery. But far too often secrecy prevails, and the story of the traumatic event surfaces not as a verbal narrative but as a symptom.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/18/2022 5:46:00 PM

The psychological distress symptoms of traumatized people simultaneously call attention to the existence of an unspeakable secret and deflect attention from it. This is most apparent in the way traumatized people alternate between feeling numb and reliving the event. The dialectic of trauma gives rise to complicated, sometimes uncanny alterations of consciousness, which George Orwell, one of the committed truth-tellers of our century, called "doublethink," and which mental health professionals, searching for calm, precise language, call "dissociation." It results in protean, dramatic, and often bizarre symptoms of hysteria which Freud recognized a century ago as disguised communications about sexual abuse in childhood. . . .” Judith Lewis Herman, Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/18/2022 5:46:00 PM

Poets are stories wanting a good exorcism. Poets, are mostly I think, and of course, it is just my humble opnion - through their poetique renditions, seeking self to be heard, by the herd - but usually the poems they write are for themselves to implicitly understand. We create our own ghosts through poems, which continually haunt - in one way or another. Regards, Blithe Spirit.

John Watt

Date: 4/15/2022 1:32:00 PM

Intriguing writing LL, congrats on your POTD. I'm going to have to watch the film Rebecca now.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/15/2022 2:29:00 PM

Thank you John Watt. Personally, it's my note from the "after life" to my two younger sisters, my daughter and my nieces and nephew... Life goes on. Danvers at Easter, 2022.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 4/14/2022 12:08:00 AM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tell_me_something_beautiful_1310173

Christuraj Alex

Date: 4/13/2022 11:56:00 PM

"spooked poetique" - Wow! With very few words, you have illustrated great and profound truths. Congratulation!

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 11:57:00 PM

lol...thank you Chisturaj Alex. I'm sure a few other ghosts are finding that one hard to swallow - as I am terribly verbose. :)

Sam Kauffman

Date: 4/13/2022 2:47:00 PM

Congratulations Lady L on your POTD. Once again you spin a verse of profound thoughts. Your opening question asks the all important question of looking at the desires of our poetry and intentions of our pens then anchors everything that follows. You always leave me like a breathless ghost with amazement in my spirit. All the best. Blessings.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 5:53:00 PM

Thank you. For my sins I have been cast in purgatory here and I shall, I fear, forever be bound to the slavery of writing for ghosts I shall only meet upon my death....or resurrection ;). There is no question of whether I will come back to haunt others, this is a given. But I would love a good sorting through the Akashic records, that would be a library full of telling reviews. Warmest regards Kauffman, Danvers, who is more than likely Rebecca's mother.

I Am Anaya

Date: 4/13/2022 2:09:00 PM

Congratulations} on POTD~ I love the riddle, poem.... Your enigmatic, amorphic, weaver of verse both entices and satisfies. A poet and his poetry forms on a flight of fancy. "Rebecca" a ghostly tale.

I Am Anaya
Date: 4/13/2022 7:12:00 PM

One of Hitchcock's early directorial successes (an adult book). You were quite the precocious young lady and from the way you describe your nanna she should have introduced you to Charles Dickens as well! Love.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 5:43:00 PM

It was the first adult book I read when I was 9.5yrs staying for the dreaded Christmas school break with my grandmother (my mother's mother), a year or so after my mother died. My two younger sisters and I used to dread going to Nanna's for holidays, as it was never a holiday, she was old school, made us work constantly, we were slaves to her command. Don't get me wrong she was very much loved, but it was a terrible curse to go there for the lengthy duration of 6 weeks school break, on one's own without the company of one's annoying younger sisters. Anyhoo to cut a long story short, she called a halt on the work for a day and handed me a book, which was quite surprising in itself, as one thought she never read at all. She thrust it into my small hands on conclusion of morning tea - her cullinary skills were much adored, the best cook - I digress - I read it in 1.5 days. I was mesmerised.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 5:43:00 PM

Later in my teenage years I watched the old black and white movie with my sisters and at conclusion we all discussed which character we would play if we were cast in the movie. My response was for the young unnamed protagonist - to which my sisters with great merriment suggested, "Oh no, no, no you would make an excellent Danvers". There words shall come back to haunt them. I read somewhere you like quick fixes...the latest in response to an ode I read in the great halls of terror here, front page of the book here. I will make an excellent ghost and I do intend to haunt many.

Constance La France

Date: 4/13/2022 10:30:00 AM

LL, beautiful and congratulations on receiving the POEM OF THE DAY honor ~Constance

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 5:35:00 PM

Merci bar coop Mme La France. I am befuddled most of the time, but sometimes in the haunting halls of hell one can deliver a slice of heaven, minute as it may be. :)

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 4/13/2022 8:05:00 AM

Congratulations on your POTD win. A wonderful/creative write. Love It. It is now a fav. Like a book sitting on a shelf to be read. We sit waiting to be understood. Hope you are OK. Have a Great/Blessed Day and Easter.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 5:33:00 PM

Thank you Madama Goldsmith. We are all books opened and unopened here, the walls summon other ghosts who congregate in their conferring vestibules, hiding weapons under their cassocks, the calibre of which shrinks or rises in proportion to their good will. One begins to enjoy the accolades of Purgatory. Warmest regards, Danvers. Xx

Bill Baker

Date: 4/13/2022 7:43:00 AM

Intriguing thoughts and poem, Lady Labyrinth. The comments and your responses are enlightening. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us. Congratulations on your POTD honor. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 5:28:00 PM

Thank you. Everyone needs a good haunting once in a while. If one can smile through the tears in the fabric of a poet's life, reaffirming the lunacy of it all, mission accomplished. Danvers in Oz somwhere, but it aint no Yellow Brick Road, and there are many horny backed toads. ;)

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 4/13/2022 7:39:00 AM

Space itself yet flickers, yielding to soft whispers ~ of heart’s pristine intent. Congrats on POTD, LL

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 5:27:00 PM

Thank you. I'd get on the Musk bus if I had a ticket, to escape Hell. I always had a soft spot for Danvers. Underneath lurked a good egg, albeit cracked.

Paulette Calasibetta

Date: 4/13/2022 6:32:00 AM

Awesome write and well deserving of the POTD! Congratulations. :)Paulette

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/13/2022 5:24:00 PM

Thank you. Amazing for this ghost to wake up to the prestige of POTD. :) x

Robert Lindley

Date: 4/12/2022 7:21:00 AM

Forgot the click the fav, my friend......

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/12/2022 8:34:00 AM

I shall pass that onto Danvers. She will covet it like the villain she is. Xx

Robert Lindley

Date: 4/12/2022 7:19:00 AM

Fate, time, span of life(?)-- this state of flowing illusion.. What of our perceptions of reality? Is there truly such a thing as--time--??? Dare we continue to inflate our importance in the universe. Or does our searching lead us into another realm after passing... Thoughts born of flesh, as poets are we correct to think these are to be shared to gift unto this dark world.??

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/12/2022 7:59:00 AM

we are all stories...that is all we are, found in passing, and by others much later, if at all. Ghosts passing through walls, marking our stories. Stories numbered, days numbered.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 4/11/2022 11:33:00 PM

“Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.”

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/11/2022 11:46:00 PM

regards, Danvers.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 4/11/2022 11:29:00 PM

“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/11/2022 11:29:00 PM

“I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.”

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 4/11/2022 11:27:00 PM

"Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again..."

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/11/2022 11:27:00 PM

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