Simone Inez Harriman

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Formless And Fearless - Poem by Simone Inez Harriman

Mortally wounded
I die seeking
My warrior spirit guide
Who refuses to come

I enter the valley of shadows
In full battle cry
Armed with self righteous regalia
To defend my misdemeanors

I meet my mirror demons
As they capture me by my conscience
They gorge on my cancer
Stripping my angry spirit
Revealing the fighting child

Spiraling in the white light
The peaceful spirit evolves me
My hurtful self forgives me
Healing the frightened child

Formless and fearless now
Caressed and cocooned
In the maternal womb
My torn soul mends

Topic(s) of this poem: death, spirit

Comments about Formless And Fearless by Simone Inez Harriman

  • (11/11/2017 10:38:00 PM)

    Peace, rebirth, birth, calm...but always the opening act arrives through violence. Great poem, Simone. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (9/14/2017 4:05:00 PM)

    Very well done! You take the war-like contrary heart of so many of us and take it on a cleansing trip to the heavenlies. Gotta dash- my daughter is here to take me away! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (9/9/2017 3:23:00 PM)

    i've read the poem once and looked at some comments. i was trying to find in my brain, small as it is, a word/expression to describe my overall impression of the poem as it relates to me, the almighty (in my own mind) Bri!

    i came up with this: [it doesn't exactly fit. maybe it doesn't really 'fit' At All! but i like the expression, which i haven't heard in YEARS, and i'm telling you about it anyway! ! ! Thanks to Google.]

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    Definition of high-fallootin

    pie-in-the-sky, fancy, crazy and elitist. {I Like Pie …………..anywhere, anytime, almost-any-flavor}

    I do not agree with all his high fallootin ideas.

    To think you're better or have a more important social status than everyone else. Usually there's no proof that this is true.

    Last edited on Apr 27 2014. Submitted by Anonymous on Aug 09 2009
    living above one's social status. Condescending.

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    OR, Simone, maybe it is the difference between being:

    “you”, HIGHBROW:
    “Used colloquially as a noun or adjective, highbrow is synonymous with intellectual; as an adjective, it also means elite, and generally carries a connotation of high culture. The word draws its metonymy from the pseudoscience of phrenology, and was originally simply a physical descriptor.”


    “me”: LOWBROW:
    “Lowbrow may refer to: Lowbrow, relating to, or suitable for a person with little taste or intellectual interest. Lowbrow (art movement) , describes an underground visual art movement that arose in the Los Angeles, California, area in the late 1970s. Low culture, a derogatory term for some forms of popular culture.”
    Or, OR, ………….or:

    Maybe your poem is just TOO POETIC, not down-to-Earth enough for my low tastes? ?

    But let me read it again. Valsa likes it a lot but also has a bit of trouble with interpretation I think.

    I think I’ll like it more the second time. I often get hung up on stuff the first time I read a poem, especially if it is symbolic or philosophic.

    OK! I’ve now read it a second time.

    I NOW love it, understand it completely, and I’ve had a TOTAL TRANSFORMATION from Lowbrow to Highbrow; I’ll take my bow. Bow wow!

    I like the rhythym/flow. The speaker has triumphed through sheer will of her/his spirit? Maybe. But are we sure “misdemeanors” were all the offenses committed? ? ? ? !

    To MyPoemList and into Part B of September 2017’s showcase @

    bri :)

    boy, I struggled to get to ‘enlightenment’! ! !


    favorite line: [I’m a sucker for alliterations]

    “As they capture me by my conscience
    They gorge on my cancer”


    “Caressed and cocooned
    In the maternal womb
    My torn soul mends”
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  • Tom Allport (8/8/2017 7:46:00 AM)

    a poem that tells a magnificent story of what might happen to not just this soldier after his demise but to all of us? ....................well written SIH. (Report) Reply

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (6/28/2017 10:30:00 AM)

    My warrior spirit guide
    valley of shadows
    In full battle cry
    mirror demons and my conscience
    angry spirit and the fighting child
    The peaceful spirit evolves me
    My hurtful self forgives me
    Healing the frightened child

    I read and read your poem.. you have lot of meanings in the use of your wrods and expressions
    It ends very positive. My torn soul mends. It makes me happy to read that. Thank you very much dear poetess. tony
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  • Valsa George (2/23/2016 11:48:00 PM)

    Simone, your poems are pregnant with meaning. They set me reeling. In this poem, I envision a fierce battle in the valley of shadows. Though you feel that you are self righteous, your conscience is revived and you realize your imperfections. At the end your revolting self surrenders and your spirit seeks comfort in a safe place, safe as a mother's womb. This is just a rude guess...... I feel so lost in the valley of meanings! Your images are three dimensional! I give you a high rating! (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2015 2:02:00 AM)

    in life we fight many a battle
    the final outcome is all that matter
    thanks Inez
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  • (4/11/2008 3:04:00 PM)

    The Nightingale at work.... I salute both your works..... aroha xx (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2008 2:36:00 PM)

    This is some great stuff! I felt the anger in it, but also the need to overcome adversity. I really enjoyed. If you'd like, I would appreciate feedback as well, I'm new to this site, and would like to meet as many talented poets as possible. (Report) Reply

  • (4/4/2008 9:04:00 AM)

    Excellent immagery and word flow, Simone, Thank you for letting me read. (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2008 5:06:00 AM)

    Self battle describe well through this poem
    The words s/he used also great and strong in delivering message
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 12, 2017

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