Longings
—Susan Sontag
I’m always forced to leave.
Godforsaken,
I’m Adam
Banished from your Garden;
I walk around in daytime,
Lose myself in crowds
And grieve for your lips.
Stray drops of rain
Deepen the pain
Remind me of your tenderness.
So, that's where I am.
I want to be alone tonight
In the silence and the dark
And ponder what’s missing
In my life and my art.
My words in print
Detached from me
Free me from the burden
Of sensitivity.
But I need the desert
And the absence
Of your company
To awaken in me
The longing for your mystery.
I love Susan Sontag, @johnjgeddes! Disease and its metaphors is almost my bedside book. In this poem the image of Adam abandoned and lost is definitive. There is a loss, a struggle to get to know each other, to know what is behind the work that is created. The writer needs a perfect state in which the outer silence is in harmony with the noises inside him. Each word he writes on a weight, a piece that falls, but that makes him more aware of its abysses. That will be the price he must pay: the world hurts him. Every word is a birth pain, a wound that does not stop bleeding. Hot night around here. hugs
so poetic, my friend - the desert experience is the isolation required to hear those noises from within - as I said in a poem I just wrote - my soul—tattered with gaps of her absence!
@johnjgeddes,
Nicely done.
Simple, but poignant, imagery.
Quill
Thank you for knowing what imagery is and using the word poignant - small things, but this is the day of small things. I decided to follow you - it seemed appropriate :)
@johnjgeddes,
Touché. Somewhere along the line, they lowered the bar on literacy.
Quill
Your words are always spun together ,so beautifully.
John , I do not know how to Private Message on Steemit. If you could give me your mail address to [email protected] . I think I have something that would be of benefit to you?
Thanks, Alan - I just wrote you back :)