Jericho walls
Night takes on these words
you spoke,
no sleep now, all company is
a candle flame.
No, the cat comes in from outside,
demanding the cuddle
I was unable to give you.
Words came between us
and I,
I denied myself to see the truth.
Sleep denies me my blindness,
I am sorry, but no longer
for myself.
Somewhere there must be
a key under a doormat,
am I too blind to find
that word?
And still you try,
still you love me,
as I sit, empty of words,
(Saturn in Taurus
helps deep down)
while you try
to bring down my walls.
It hurts us both
that I let the world prevail
over my eyes, my ears,
my mouth, my brains
and lock love seemingly
out of my life.
As the candle lies dying,
its flame clinging to the edge,
I find my breath
wanting to set me free…
World means nothing
without you,
once more I have let
my father’s patterns in, locking doors
to keep me out of any equation,
let my mother’s chaos rule my days.
Ever I froze, for I never chose
and remained their child to this day,
but now the trumpet sounds
loudly seven times
and I will sleep,
you will read my letter of love
in the day.
You have broken the spell
once more…
Take me to the wild places
of the witch’s cauldron,
teach me truly
the four winds.
I will listen now
to your tears…
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A poet to pull the attention of the reader! A once read not enough, and a look at the profile to where the talent derives a definite. Personally, liked the mention of Mother and Father. We all try so hard to disassociate ourselves from where we come from, but that is the story we must make our own.
Hi, Rory, thanks for your kind and stimulating comment. The new word is "intergenerational traumas". The wife and me have been fighting these all our married (37) years, through all kinds of methods. In the past 8 years we finally are beginning to finally overcoming them. My best way is through poetry and my wife's powers as a healer (shamanic). WW2 heavily inflicted our parents (we are Dutch). Luckily we met during our years at English Literature in Amsterdam (she came 1150 km from tgr South of France and me a mere 110 from the South of The Netherlands 😅). My mum was an artist anddad a sworn translator for the English language, so besides the shit I also inherited language skills🤣. I have been writing poetry for 46 years now and only started publishing in 2019🤔. At the moment I have finally decided to submit some Dutch poems to a magazine. In the English translation they'll be coming on next week. (have still one ti do and then three to "reassess". The Dutch ones got published on a Dutch website, much like Cosmo but with a reader to approve tge quality... Okay, hanx agin and I will seek out your profile now. 📝
Oh, apparently you have not published anything here...
This deserves more attention John! This stanza blew me to pieces.
Very very clever, if you have the time, I'd love to know your interpretation of this work as it is a fascinating one. Hope all is well with you mate!
Hi, there, long time no write, mate! I am very well and very, very busy in work and poetry. I find I cannot 'access' Cosmo as much as I would like in a creative state (25 poems in 3,5 months - usually I produce 20-25 in a year). Most are in Dutch, however... This piece is about my tendancy to sort of channel old behaviours of my father when completely stressed out (the wife and me have gone through quite complicated times once more - not relationshipwise but psychologically (hence the 25 poems - of which about 8 are haiku's or a poem consisting of multiple haiku's). The Jericho Walls refer to the Biblical story, off course. I shut out the wise words of my wife (close doors), so she needs to sound the trumpets seven times to break my defenses. But in this state of mind, world does not mean much to me, for we are out of sync, then. My wife is and will always be my lifeline, I fear the day either one of dies. The other part about my mother: she was always more chaotically inclined and therefore never made the art/poetry she could have. When stressed out, I also tend to channel her chaos again, making mistakes both in the job and in our marriage (no, not unfaithful, just making stupid remarks that hurt her...)... So, yes, it is about my days (life)... Thanks for reading this and really want to understand it... Stay safe!
Ahh, I see it now! Thanks for that one John and sorry it took me so long to respond. You shouldn't ever feel rushed with poetry my friend, take a break and the words will come back. Really enjoyed this one again mate, hope all is well with you, sincerely, your friend Max