Beyond

I thought I was beyond it
grasping I tried to hold firm
as each thread passed
through my fingers

but my art held fast
pinching my arms
numbing my fingers
itching at me

awoken from nightmares
sweat rolled from temples
a hollow reed in the dark
had begun to sing

seducing me long into night
my hands bled
and spilling my blood
I made the lines ring

in the back of beyond
I found myself bloody
weeping of the black
bleeding out poems

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Beyond the Black Stump..Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda, P.K.Page, W.H.Auden, to many and various to include them all ...

Comments

Roscoe Lane

12 years 3 months ago

No,

No you were never beyond writting poetry, perhaps there is a natural switch in the mind that just takes us away to recharge. Everybody has quite spells, (best not to worry, or try to force.) where you can't seem to start or think about anything clearly to write. But as you've shown here it returns, and gives us great poetry. Love Roscoe...

Seren

12 years 3 months ago

ello Roscoe

thank you for the comment, I have been having patches of block something I havent experienced before and very disconcerting, I am out of the rut now I am slowly working on poems and leaving my novel alone for a while its doing my head in

thanks for the encouragment its much appreciated

love JC xxx

Ian.T

12 years 3 months ago

Jayne

This is a different write from your normal, like pulling yourself out of a bog and rejoicing in the freedom.. Loved it but don't go there again lol.
Take care young lady, Yours ever watchful, Ian.T

Seren

12 years 3 months ago

Thanks Ian

I dont know where the muse will take me next I been on some wild rides the last week or so the tap is turning on lol

thanks for the read and the comment

love always Jayne-Chloe xxx

loved

12 years 3 months ago

when there is a feeling of emptiness

take a step in the opposite direction
see the setting sun
as twere were rising somewhere…
beyond the periphery

then your nerves shall relax,
read others poetry
and
critique will naturally come JC

of course you know it...

So lose not heart
in quietude abide,
go out for a long stride,
if horses you can't ride
then you will be back
as usual
Amen

Abide with me

Seren

12 years 3 months ago

Amen to that

it was a feeling of loneliness being unable to be inspired is something I hadnt experienced before, but I am slowly getting back in the saddle OH ! and I do ride ;)

you have a lovely Easter Loved

love Jayne-Chloe xxx