Turn to Stone
When you know, as I know, the things that I know
life is never a strange mystery.
When you see what Iβve seen, in the places Iβve been,
You will know what itβs like being me.
But you judge and you guess
and you know even less
than a stranger who happens on by,
You believe I donβt grieve,
wear my heart on my sleeve,
you know nothing and cant testify,
to the times when I bleed
knowing I canβt succeed
in reversing the things that cause pain.
To feel warmth on my face
and to feel the embrace
of true empathy given again.
So just look away,
I donβt need you to stay,
Iβm an island contained by the tide.
I can cope all alone
in my private air zone,
looking calm, yet inside, petrified.
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Comments
This is so very very good!! I love the rhythmic pace which gives it life.. clever last word...relating to the title..I never need to try to understand what your poetry is about there is always such a clarity to intent . I think this is one of my personal favourites of yours
As always StevieC thank you for your lovely words xx
This is truly great. It is said that no man is an island but I have always felt that we all are islands. In some way we are all isolated because the truth of us can only be known to ourselves.
Lady L you have summed up how I very often feel, thank you.
Your friend
Nigel
Oh yes Nigel..like you I think we are all islands ...only revealing our full faces to those we trust implicitely ..and that number, sadly, tends to diminish as we move through life.That is the reason why poetry is such a life saver for most of us..we can reveal, slowly over time, pieces of ourselves that in the 'real' world would have remained under wraps.Thank you so much for reading and commenting.....as always I love hearing from you !
Your friend
Lady L xx
Lady L I just picked up today's paper. Farage saying he's aiming for Westminster. Not only am I an island but I am now developing a milkshake based missile system.
More than happy to assist with payload..in fact finger poised over 'LAUNCH' button ready to go...an island in the Scottish hebrides seems like a good bolt hole to retreat to writing poetry until the heat dies down!
Ana how your words struck a cord. I sometime feel though some maybe silent speak loudly in judgmental eyes. well written total pin-worthy ink
I think that many of us are like this aren't we? Thank you so much for your insight and thoughtful comments..Always good to hear from you Lisa xxx
Wow LODIGIANA!!.....I absolutely Love the way you employed the Limerick metering for this piece........ It adds a more lighthearted tone to what is definitely much more serious subject matter..... this is one of those writes that cannot be written well by someone who doesn't have a lot of 'life-experience' under their belt!!.....I do so look forward to your writes dear poet sister......ALWAYS compelling.......ALWAYS well crafted!!....... Tons-O-Stars!!.........LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo ?β΄β€
Aw bless you Tony..I was trying to think how to describe the metering used and you have described it exactly as I hear myself recite it...you are such a clever chappie!..I need to learn so much more about poetry ...My son recently bought me a book by Stephen Fry entitled βThe Ode Less Travelledβ which is so , so useful for understanding the structure and rhythm of poetry...yes to be honest one does need to have perhaps a little βlife experienceβ under their belt to fully connect with the emotions needed to create that picture.So pleased you enjoyed it my dear brother poet ! xxx
Lodigiana,
Wonderful writing, my friend...terrible world sometimes, but you're a beautiful person. Stay strong.
Great write.
Matthew.
Thank you so very much Matthew.....your words really mean a lot. Lodigiana x