Sometimes,
I think of Emily Dickinson,
and how she pressed on,
writing...
word after word,
her eye affliction
put on the back burner,
her need for reclusiveness
an ace in the hole,
for mastering the art of a poet,
because she "could not stop for death,"
her life became
a drop of glistening water in the sun
as she leaned in
"toward eternity."
Grey skies
Dark tones
Enclosed by cold
Dark soil
Dulling peat
Around your feet.
Wand’ring eyes
Raised heads
Heavy hearts of lead.
Sullied Gold
Sullied Hearts
Seeking Sapphire Love
Sapphire, Love.
Downcast, love.
Surging into an array of emotions:
Violet feelings
White Emotions
Beige Thoughts
Hazel feelings
Reclusiveness
Resilient, yet filled with loneliness
Fading light
Diming Tones
Barren Void
I fade into shadows of loneliness,
And disappear where the darkness now falls.
Silence I seek, not from reclusiveness,
Rather a guise when the emptiness calls.
How long the prisoner of sanity?
Humbled by the still coldness of the play.
The twists and turns of its insanity.
When the dark of night took over the day.
Left in a puzzled realm of confusion.
As pieces lay broken, scattered about.
Sudden fragileness of my illusion.
When the audience of despair walked out
How quiet the hall when a play withdrawals.
This empty domain where my heart now sprawls.
QUEEN OF BOTH LIGHTS
Ah yes....Venus! Queen of both evening and first light.
Air of my breath, blood of my heart,
cause of my sight.
If from stardust made thee we...then,
are thou our sister or our mother be?
In any glint of light, a Venus shadows cast,
on a planet graced with dizzy smears,
all secrets masked.
There...to wile away the hours as the earliest in eastern sky,
or first to rise in western dusk at evening high.
In all that our Venus is...true Earth to heart.
She equals love, and by sun and moon,
she hails our finish and our start.
Goddess of beauty and love, with no satellite to follow
She staves off all reclusiveness by singing to Apollo.
By Edlynn Nau
I am a stranger. My reclusiveness
And painful lonesomeness in my exile
Is severe. But yet in my aloofness
I contemplate an unknown charming isle
And this meditation surfeits my dreams
With specters of great and distant lands that
My eyes have never seen. Although it seems
I am a stranger with no welcome mat
To greet me from the crowd, I say within
Myself, what law has joined me with them?
I am a stranger to myself, wherein
I hear my tongue; my ears always condemn
My voice. I hear my inner self impart
Unknown interrogations of my heart.
Slowly I am lowered to the bottom of the well.
Light from above grows dim.
Darkness envelops me.
I sink deeper, drowning in waters of hopeless dispair.
Robe and slippers- my only comfort.
Personal hygiene- too great a task.
Only the empty shell of me exists.
Gloom and foreboding taunt me.
Mind and soul are weary.
Sleep far too many hours.
Social reclusiveness-my refuge,
my shield from burdening acquaintance.
I am encompassed in lonliness and fear.
Floating alone in dark waters,
I wonder,
will the rope of life be lowered,
will I escape this tangle of paranoia,
and rise again from the depths?
****
Rescued at last by tiny, pill life-rings,
I grab hold...
Suddenly, gray walls shine brightly.
Daylight streams in from above.
I begin to slowly climb out.
At well's edge, I find relief;
Free of torment.
Free from the depths of depression.
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