Symposium
"Symposium"
where do you go
when you try to
dream your place
in my life
gone now
from your
quicksand shores
once I rolled over
placed my mouth
against your throat
what used to be
as if you
could transfer
some voice back into me
I was so naive
missing the signs
in it all
The Great Tragedy
but you are a ghost now
and the pillow
spills its vacancy
back into me
betrayal
tries to speak
like its barren sister
looking for
a keepsake
a child to call her own
the numbers -
years marked,
dialled no more,
blocked;
I paint the walls here
with fables
draped in daisy chains
she loves me
loves
me not
and I broke
like a mirror
breaks
learnt
how to cut
the nightmares
with the
shards
of me
sharpened black wings
into
The Shining
poetic
stony swords,
blistering
blunt spatulas to
brick the demon in
with strange creatures
their poetry
could tear
all your prison walls down
keys all jangling
the doors
to other nebulous lives
and their lies
sweetly reminiscent
some incredible present
some died
before dying too
playing dice
salt and
peppered
with honesty
Love
plays its part
in the missing
the capitulating
grieves for Yesterday’s
gauche dreaming
slipping the noose
over some other's life
a maze lost in a muse
lost in the warring
territory
of what could have been
silence flows deep
like over-flooded
roads to nowhere
the child
was stolen
while she slept
deeply entrenched
in the dreams
of a lost child
golden
trinkets and
better glittering tomorrows
the child
was stolen
while she slept
to fill the empty space
in the other’s barren
empty house
the dream stealer
the great pretender
plays the part of saint
built from straw
she shines it on
the dullest glow
built off the back
of true mother's iron will
absent grace, painted cold
the child
misses
nothing
walls that
bury
bad blood spilt
brick
by bloody
brick
remember
this,
the Truth -
is a
child
eventually
the Truth
grows, it sees -
walls
will never
break
that
which eventually wins;
that
which eventually wins -
frees,
what waits
beyond it all
brick
by
brick
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2022)
“Analyse” / Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/l6jSJKPJ3Cg
“A self-fulfilling prophecy
of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen
In algebra, in algebra
The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change”
Thom Yorke
"By painting colours
and lines and forms
seen in quickened mood
I was seeking
to make this mood vibrate
as a phonograph does.
This was the origin
of the paintings
in The Frieze of Life. ”
Edvard Munch
“A mother’s love for her child
is like nothing else in the world.
It knows no law, no pity,
it dares all things
and crushes down
remorselessly
all that stands in its path.”
Agatha Christie
LYRICS/ “Analyse”, Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/Thom-yorke-analyse-lyrics
1.
https://digital.library.adelaide.edu.au/dspace/bitstream/2440/110550/2/02whole.pdf
2.
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/262908697_The_experience_of_motherhood_for_alienated_mothers
3.
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/how-do-you-tell-story-cant-believe-amanda-sillars?fbclid=IwAR0RGahURytDK7Bk57X2G7fkhoXqe2r5iz3bJSfJmQRVisR1TRznz-mR3Hc
Optimistic + In Limbo
https://youtu.be/7YUFDJneteU
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