If the silhouette could speak it would
Say the real shadow is flesh and bone
That separates you from the real world
While the ethereal toils with form and gravitas
It is gravity that digs the etheric from the soil
Of sleep and fills up the heavens
Nightmares come when staring at the sun
But when I looked down the Grotesque,
I found, led me to recoil
You sir are the bestest poet ever read Congrats This poem is MARVELOUS
Top marks and I am going to fav this poem if I can find where to do that! ! ! ! !
Susan, I so much appreciate your comments. I am always gratified (and beyond expression) when a few of my words can move someone.
While the ethereal toils with form and gravitas It is gravity that digs the etheric from the soil Of sleep and fills up the heavens- - - -there is a classic air to the choice of words and how they are woven complexly into each other, complex but entirely readable. Like so many of your poems this deserves to be honored as Poem of the Day at least. I am glad you are here to demonstrate depth and elegance.
If the silhouette could speak it would Say the real shadow is flesh and bone That separates you from the real world- - - - - - Now that is the way to begin a poem. WoW! ! ! That brought my reading to a sudden halt while I reread (a) the power and majesty of these 3 lines, and (b) delve into the philosophy and truth of these lines. Mj, you are a major poet
Silhouette is such a friendly word to me- in elementary school we would stand in front of white paper in a dim room and draw the shadow flung on the paper and we were so proud of our pictures and would run home to show our Mom and Dads. Then I grew up and a silhouette was a sinister shadow lurking in a dark deserted street. But I never once waxed philosophical- - I needed a friend like you to open my horizons. 10++++
Susan, you brought back memories...I remember drawing that shadow. We always did that in Fall, in the first few early grades and K. Thinking about that time, I wonder if the teachers thought about any connections between shadows, Fall, and the idea of transitions? Thanks so much, Susan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The real world lies beyond the veil and what we see is merely the shadows of reality.... Mj, you have got yourself a metaphysical tiger by the tail here but you are not only over-powering it, you've got us readers jumping in there too. What an intelligent, provoking, poetic poem you have penned here. I want more of these philosophic poems but be aware my brain may need kick-starting because it has gotten lazy and rusty and plebeian and altogether humdrum . Loved the stimulation of a fine author at work here. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Susan, Thank you so very much. Yes, there will be more coming. I'm working on 3 poems now (I take such a long time! !) and one of them is also the result of an inspiration found while reading philosophy. Thanks again! And I'll be checking back at your page sometime this weekend....