Poem -
The Seizure
Run back to the threshold where we stood that day
Where hands held hands and there wasΒ
Fire
In the space between our skins
That animated our wounded shapes
The shapes that had no form
The form that held the void
The void that ate the children in us
We touch but do not feel
Draw deep the breath to taste the air around your lips
The presence of your voice
The hollow sound that guides me to the
Ends of all the earth and over
Ledges raised high by the hands of dulled hope
Swift to fall to the numb plateau of the unrequited
I shudder in the throes of this
Fit of isolation
This solipsistic fiction
I will curb the reach for you
My hands will hold themselves.
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Amazing work JAIME!!...... the words here are so brilliantly chosen........ with such carefully woven phrasing ....that I actually felt in and of the moment....... an explosive moment filled with the misunderstood hopefulness that this is not happening...... that you can somehow reach through the dramatic nature of that sudden act...... but all the while being acutely aware that all we can ever truly know is our own mind....... the only proof is within ourselves.... but the Love (lost? - not sure there)...... remains that profound force....... and yet in the end you choose to believe that you will ~ "...curb that reach for you.."...... and keep your own sanity........I know I quite possibly misinterpreted this piece....... but regardless......I am once again stricken by your most creative ability to wield words......... Love is powerful....... and this SEIZURE....... is proof of its incredible ability to promote inspiration........ that video was "out there" brother poet...... set the tone for the read well........ been missin' you around here..... hope all is well my friend......PINNED this one so I could go back to it with the hope of "one day" truly understanding it!!......smokin' grooves JAIME!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo
I apologise for taking this long to respond to your comment, my friend! Thank you so much for what you've said here...you very clearly display the insights that meet my convoluted and weird little rantings head-on. Lost love indeed, you really did hit the nail on the head, dude. Life has been so hectic over here, I hardly get time to breathe, let alone write honest poetry. So honoured that you enjoyed this, Tony. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your support. Coming from a writer of such vast talent as yourself, this comment is solid gold. Have no fear, brother Tony, your intuition speaks the truth when you read my work. Not many people get it because it is in my nature to try to make things less than obvious when writing...but you, good sir, definitely see it. Peace and love be with you, my friend.