Speechless
He brought me here to make very sure
I would never take it lightly again
that I would feel it deep in my soul
that pat answers will never do.
He's stripped them all away.
I can't hide behind them any more
and I stand here naked in my mind
the world's evil gazing upon me.
Helpless I begin to see it
for what it really is. It is evil.
My heart for once perceives
the terror of its malice.
And here, exposed, I know it,
that speechlessness without which
I am unfit to speak
to the subject of evil in this world.
I would never take it lightly again
that I would feel it deep in my soul
that pat answers will never do.
He's stripped them all away.
I can't hide behind them any more
and I stand here naked in my mind
the world's evil gazing upon me.
Helpless I begin to see it
for what it really is. It is evil.
My heart for once perceives
the terror of its malice.
And here, exposed, I know it,
that speechlessness without which
I am unfit to speak
to the subject of evil in this world.
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And with those evil, burning eyes
Of this evil, burning world
Spreading its arid desolation
Through my eyes, into my heart,
My lover put his finger to my lips,
And with his lips he closed my eyes.
What I took as outward looking in
Was inward looking out, magnified
Six billion times, with mirrors moving
At every possible human trajectory.
In my silence and blindness my lover
Showed me the evil in this world
Is the decay of sickness and death
Infecting, subverting, turning away
The essential life by which the world
Has always existed since its first breath.
In my silence and my blindness my lover
Showed me the subversion of death to life.
In my silence and my blindness my lover
Showed me the raising of life to love.
Thank you so much for sharing.
I hope what came across was that my poem was meant as a sort of continuation of your poem (yours? did you write it?). Following the ideas, adding on to it, embracing and responding to it. That was the idea, at least.
My wife made the comment that she was having a hard time believing I wrote something that was "somewhat uplifting at the end." ;-)
I'd just assumed this was something you'd already written that spoke to a similar experience. I really touched that you've chosen to respond in this way to my own clumsy expressions.
As for the uplifting end, I'm detecting the hope of the Gospel like a beacon in the darkness. Very lovely.
Anyway, I haven't written poetry in years. Until last week when I got the idea for an anonymous project. I wrote for that, and I wrote today. It feels good. I hope I can continue with it.
I think it might be a bit therapeutic too. There is something stabilizing about bringing the heart and mind together to some kind of understanding. So often we (or maybe it's just me) operate as if we were ruled by two independent people - a thinking self and a feeling self - with one or the other taking the lead depending on the circumstances. It's interesting to see what comes of uniting them, and that's what my little forays into poetry have felt like.
Poetry as a language for self-discovery need not be technically brilliant, nor aesthetically sublime. The benefit is in how poetry thrives on images, associations, and layers of meaning -- as you were commenting, this stretches our perception in ways different from the normative mode of our daily existence. (If I weren't so tired I'd re-write that in English.)
My mind just started kind of humming white noise. I need sleep. One last thing... Don't discredit your poetry. Technique is something that develops just like with any other skill. The fact is, you have something to say in your poem. It's central image is strong. It isn't built on a string of clichés, but on a true thought. It's alive and strong enough that it formed the basis for my own poem. The silence in my poem is meaningless without your poem. The whole thing depends on your poem from the very first word of it, "And..." Your poem gives the silence that teaches to speak, and mine attempts to give the blindness that teaches to see.
Anyway... off to bed.
*smile*
You are a dear, dear man. Thanks for the kind words.
Great conversation in this thread!