Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i am too deep, stuck upside down inside this wound rooted only to the earth by my stubborn feet kicking you away like a silly dream. i hang from your fingertips your arms stretching over the top of the step ladder reaching for me through the camera lens. erased. no grip. you slide away & every time i start to heal i pick at the scabs. i bleed. i dig deeper. my fingers weep. but how deep is deep enough? & why does it feel so shallow if i'm drowning while i try to balance on an eyelash waiting for you to say something…

waiting

waiting

but your lips seem to be sown together with the silence of a million hour hands ticking by…

i slide
which side is up or down?
no grip

an interesting choice of words you've conjured up here, mj...

... and the silence. you wait and wait for the words to come.
you know you'll hear them when they roll from his mouth
all this is not new by any means but... you are impatient
you want dialogue and you need it soon or else ... or else
you feel that desertion that silence often brings without
fully understanding the reasoning behind his silence which
is not meant as a weapon to be used against you but rather
the unfolding of a play, a composition with the ending which
identifies his passion for you as all-encompassing and too real...

oh my, look at what we have here...

seriously your choice of words and the imagery in this is captivating, it just jumps out and swallows you, well me anyway.....like the opening lines for starters, pulls the reader right in and the "rooted only to the earth" reference, especially.

and this....

"& why does it feel so shallow if i'm drowning while i try to balance on an eyelash waiting for you to say something… "

and this....

but your lips seem to be sown together with the silence of a million hour hands ticking by…

my my my, and believe me there are better words than the "my my my" that i would have rather used.

i can see, feel and hear it all. you don't know what happens in my head when i read "with the silence of a million hour hands ticking by… "

always great work from you mj

thank you.

MJ, you express yourself with passion and poetic brilliance. I love to wander through your poems, and find much resonance in them. You write with emotional power and poetic skill.

John

I really liked, "stubborn feet kicking you away like a silly dream", in particular, but he whole poem moves with determination through the process of introspection, the questions we are left with, ....the course for the future........enjoyed this write, smile....

cecil...interesting good or interesting bad? heh. impatient? yes. i have always been. not fully understanding his choice to be silent...yes. this was one of those times i wanted to be the "cranial fly" as saw called it. unfolding...unravelling...i have a hard time just letting life do it's thing. passion...hmmm. thanks cecil. can i just take a hug for now?

perdida...you make me smile miss m. thank you! deeply

john...you are always welcome to wander around in my upside down poems. thank you for the beautiful things you say.

steve...determination...always. i dig. that's what i do. the future...who knows? time will tell if i learned my lesson. heh. thanks for enjoying.