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As One
Back then when everything was in one place
not spread out through this great expanse of time-space
I wrote upon a star my history
then placed it in your eyes, to keep for me
Existing in that grey - a million stars
and when you smiled they all became quasars
illuminating deepest depths of soul
and my sun was the brightest of them all
From one creative source all ashes came
a multitude of difference from the same
devolving simpler rhythms, simpler rhymes
to form a long goodbye from shorter times
The universe’s cold eternal clock
its pendulum a cure, each tick to tock
became my damaged centre’s closest friend
by sewing stitches there, designed to mend
Although it’s done (I can't erase, unlace
the past emotions frozen in their place)
through gifts of single threads in time and space
in age's realm I’ve seen my saving grace
And though I now exist in darkened days
because the radiance has gone away
it's written in my star we'll meet, my son
when eras end, and all is back as one
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
scribbler
13 years 2 months ago
hi "J"
With shop winding down I now have more time to aggravate you lol.
This kinda started a bit awkwardly in my opinion. So I tried a partial rewrite that maybe you can find at least one good idea from :
Back when All was in one place
not yet spread throughout this time-space
upon a star I wrote my history
and placed it in your eyes to keep for me
Within the black-a million stars
which when you smiled became quazars
illuminating darkest depths of soul
my sun the brightest in that role
next 2 stanzas no suggestions
S-5,L-1 try swapping places with erase and unlace
Final stanza impeccable.....................stan
judyanne
13 years 2 months ago
thanks so much stan
great suggestions
but they mess with the iambic
and swapping places with erase and unlace messes with the rhyme
- and the 'grey' is the eye colour :) so 'black' doesn't fit
I appreciate your read and thoughts, and i will look at it again with the thought you found it awkward
love judy
xxx
scribbler
13 years 2 months ago
Hmmm......
erase.....place....they rhyme to me but it might be a dialect thing...............stan
judyanne
13 years 2 months ago
i pronounce
erase as eraze....
so it probably is a dialect/ accent thing
thanks stan
xxx
judyanne
13 years 2 months ago
thanks lonnie
for the very kind comments
but as this is supposed to be iambic pentameter, i wonder if you wouldn't mind telling me where you found it rough?
- i've re-read and find these two lines
'Existing in that grey - a million stars
'and my sun was the brightest of them all'
may be off a fraction, but i think i should be able to get away with them as the emphasis still works in my mind...
'e - XIST -ing IN that GREY - a MILL - ion STARS
'and MY sun WAS the BRIGHT - est OF them ALL'
- i would be interested in your thoughts
love judy
xxx
Linda Moses
13 years 2 months ago
Judy
this is a beautiful tribute, and I could not suggest you change a thing. It is like a personal letter written by you to your son, who was and is your sun in your universe.
all mail sent to Heaven is received.
Linda
judyanne
13 years 2 months ago
thank you very much linda
for the lovely and kind comment
but if you found a fault i wouldn't be hurt
it is only poetry - and i am here to improve it where i can
xx
love judy
Cloudthings
13 years 2 months ago
Beautiful
Wow Judy, the first stanza was so powerfully evocative I actually almost teared up right there!... then came the rest... This is beautiful, & I look up & can read Linda's comment here & can only second her view. I'm not a religious person, unless you call Buddhism religion, but I love the spiritual element & the depth of heart felt loss & healing, so brilliantly expressed.
I have missed reading you (with all the workshop distraction) even in my short acquaintance.
judyanne
13 years 2 months ago
thank you anni
for the very kind review and supportive comments
hugs
judy
xxx
Nordic cloud
13 years 2 months ago
Oh this, this each word
Oh this, this each word riding on a tear,
each thought so well formed sustained on a star,
a galaxy,
and one you loved
his breath we hear
as you write this poem echoes come
and we too grieve your son.
Your fire, you sun,
will carry on in true Australian tradition.
'Enjoyed' this judyanne, you put your soul into it.
annanya
judyanne
13 years 2 months ago
dear annanya
thank you so very much for the lovely comment
given with such beautiful poetry
love to you
judyanne
xxxx
weirdelf
13 years 2 months ago
I noticed a remark you made somewhere recently
about not receiving much critique, so I decided to do a little retrospective. I only got to the first of May! And there is the first reason, you are posting so prolifically! That is not the only reason though. Your works are structurally and thematically complex and need deep reading for appreciation and response. That's the main reason. So it's a good thing. Beau's Feedback workshop should help others respond to your work.
Thematically I group this with 'The Centre', 'Stardust Harmonies' and 'Between Dimensions' because I love cosmological allegory/metaphors.
This one is my least favourite of them. All the elements are there but somehow it fails to engage me and excite my poetic sensibilities. I have no idea why. Maybe I've just read too much poetry today. Sometimes it's just je ne sais quoi and shut myself up.
judyanne
13 years 2 months ago
hi jess
i missed this one
thanks so very much for the feedback and comments
lol - i am now trying to not be so prolific
-probably my fault neo collapsed? ((( grins )))
love judy
xxxx
judyanne
12 years 11 months ago
sorry all
to bring this to the top of the stream again - i needed desperately to change the title so i could use it (the title) for my new write xxx
Nordic cloud
12 years 10 months ago
carry one to the end of time.
Oh this is full of words that flow into the soul,
confound the mind into believing it is on
a ship bound with eternal words,
that mesmerise and carry one to the end of time.
annanya.
judyanne
12 years 10 months ago
thank you annanya
so lovely to see you, it has been a while
love judyanne
xxx