Out of past lives lava veins rise
Her match wakes music so fast
I must listen.
At lightspeed the tones sink rapidly
into this land at the end of my mind –
while heartland dances to the tune
I cannot grasp,
yet moves me to the marrow…
Instruments of life feeding moods
of different days, make them smoke, holy for me to breathe.
Still, I cannot touch those days as they are seamlessly
alien to my life
and yet this web of fear I know, just as the face of relief feels familiar;
I need not scream behind the uncontrollable tears
that river from my eyes,
shadows in the bright sun,
of bodies I can no longer sense.
I circle in
to the core, vibrating to great earth drums colliding
with the tune. There is no pattern to dance to
in the heat of this clash.
Lost, in this here I reach for her hand to steady myself, still breathing the
holy smoke, no longer deafened, my veins filled
with molten lava arising out of the volcanic
instruments, bursting through a membrane into my tears,
creating a new pathway into this life.
I have come home to rest in the quiet moment,
left wondering,
wandering
the cooling
lava field.
With the last curls of smoke, the drums are silent,
the tune dies.
One day I will walk new woods that feed on the lava.
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If there was ever an epic volcanic explosion of words I'd say it's right on this page, it's a breathtaking piece of poetic art. Your emotional imagery are a true treat. Bravo 🌹 🌋
John, you posted this twice by the way. X one above the other I have left a review on the one I found first.
Aye, first time around the computer had a hick up so I thought it wasn't published and I did it again... I had an experience in Borgo Valsugana that could only be explained as from a past life. We tried to find out more yesterday, but all that came out was the same feeling of fear and one of relief - a renactment group was parading with marching drums and I felt an enormous fear as if they were leading me to a battle field... I have been trying to write about it and yesterday's meditation got me in the mood. The poem was sparked by a Youtube short of a female violin player that was extremely fast, hence the opening line. However, it was hard work getting this into words. Thank you for the appreciation❤️🤗
You have the ability to express yourself with such eloquence,
and you write in another language. I just imagine how your poems would
be in your native language. You have a lot “stored”, John.
Take care and write on.
Bernadete
P.S. The different moods of life, yet always finding optimism. That’s you.
Thank you, Bernadete... Well, second attempt to a reply (1st 1 got lost by hitting the wrong button)... Dutch is much "stiffer" to use for poetry, has a much more limited store of words. Besides, I finished my studies of English literature at the University of Amsterdam with a thesis on ee cummings (the wife did hers on Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway - we met in class🤣). I still read a lot if English, watch BBC without subtitling, half of our conversations are in English. So, English is almost natural to me (I must also add that my father used to work as a sworn translator for the English language, work I also have done). I love the freedom of the English language, though I have learned a lot in the last 6 to 7 years via YouTube and reading new, witchy poetry (eg Sonya Vatomsky)... My wife has her own channel on YouTube in English (elineeugenie). I have written much in Dutch, though (and published a volume in Dutch). At times I still do, but it feels more restricted and the Dutch are not as quick to comment on other people's work - I am on a Dutch website as well but I think I have had perhaps 3 comments on over 50 poems (most of which are translated either to or from English and here on Cosmo as well🤣)... I like the freedom here more... Take care and don't worry, as long I breathe I will keep writing (as my mum did until Alzheimer ptogressed to far, sadly).