Somewhere in the back of my mind, comes the honey-bled answer of yes, but not no. Waiting by the black forest gate, without song or the speech of my elders long gone buried in the depth of wintry mud and clandestine of stars; paused with a chalk-mark I drew of the sun, still there on the red brick of my life-long house. Before we left and the curtains of memory were drawn. After the doctor's appraisal that mind was enough that, just as you are, I am no different. A sunk arm in a bedroom of boredom, and here I still sit with the query of health. Be it after a life long-lived in worry, or found beauty in the love of trees, the calmest of sights, wherein you know that the sun will still rise in the morrow, and money matters less than a pen to paper, a phone-call, a stinging tinnitus of the ear when all in knowledge is known may I finally rest.
© Eve Redwater 2012
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I find a great sadness in this post…it comes from within my own life experiences. The photo is the finest…and your writing, Eve, is…simply…excellent!
Thank you very much! I’m so glad that you’ve taken the time to revisit my blog these past few days – it makes me really, really happy that you enjoy my poems. 🙂
It’s only because you write very finely…and I am an appreciator of writing and art.
I love, love, love your poetry Eve – “a bedroom of boredom” – class (the upper kind;))
Thank you Steve! I really like the recent paintings/drawings you’ve put up! I can smell the sea when I look at them!
haha thanks Eve – I’m loving doing them !! 🙂
good play on words and observations
Thank you Dean!
more than welcome…
Great writing, laced with sadness and an overtone of impending doom. So powerful you have me worried for you now. I only hope am mistaken.
Hello Francis, not to worry! Sorry I made you ponder that! Honestly, it’s based on my life, yes, but it surrounds thoughts and feelings I’ve had in the past, plus experiences I’ve shared with people I know. It’s a collective of sorts. 🙂
Thank you as always~ x
this one holds sweetness closely and without apology.
Janehewey…very nice words…. I tried to visit you, but couldn’t get there through your gravatar…please visit me so I can visit you…Scott
Thank you Jane! That’s a beautiful observation. 😀
Somber and sad, but real. I have a friend and situation in mind, so perhaps I’m bringing “me” into this poem, but it gave me chills! Debra
Hi Debra, thanks ever so much for reading and leaving me a comment today. 🙂 As I mentioned to Francis above, it’s a bit of a ‘pot-of-feelings’ type poem – as it were! x
Very nice, Eve…as always…so very nice. Thank you, again….
Very kind of you Seekraz! I’m grateful. 🙂
You are very welcome…and so deserving. 🙂
you write in truly fascinating ways….love to read you…
A sunk arm in a bedroom of boredom—great line….
i like the sense of peace at the end…i find that among trees often…and hte sun will rise…and money though needed is only so much…and knowledge, may we never reach the end of it…
Thank you so much Brian! Your poems inspire me. 🙂 x
Lovely. “when all else is known”–only in death, finally, I presume, to be known perfectly. By either the dead or those left behind, I am not sure.
Thank you Kathryn. 🙂 Perhaps in death, yes. Also just finding that realisation, perhaps a bit of ‘enlightenment’ that things aren’t as bad as they seem. x
Lovely.
Thank you!
Honestly, I’m just a lurker here. This is the very first time I put my comment. As an Indonesian, my English’s not good enough to write and to speak, but good enough to read and even to translate.
I like almost all of your poetries. Reminds me of Pablo Neruda, Chairil Anwar, Garcia Lorca dan Sitor Situmorang. (Maybe you’d like to read one article about Sitor here ).
Keep up the good works. You inspire me, anytime I come here, just like Andre Gide’s The Return of the Prodigal Son inspired Chairil Anwar, a greatest poet in my country, along long time ago. God bless you.
Hello Alex! Thank you very much for posting a comment, I’m really glad that you did! I think your English is fantastic!
Thank you for reading my poetry, I’m really happy that it reminds you of those poets, it’s the greatest compliment you can give me. 🙂 I hope to see you visiting again in the future!
All the best,
Eve x
The form of this poem is so interesting…strange how poetry can be so visual in terms on how it lays ‘on the page’. But of course also in terms of the images it creates in each imagination that comes upon it.
Yes, there is a sense of concern and even sadness, but the ending is so full of hope and faith. Quite wonderful, Eva!
Thank you! I’m glad that you got that feeling towards the end – I was hoping to express something like that! There’s something about juxtaposing a poem like this that can allow you express beats and rhythm that conventional punctuation is limited to. It’s fun to do both aesthetically and orally. 🙂
This, at least to me, belongs to the genre of portrait poetry that often is powerful. There is hope and great spirit reached toward the end of the poem even though the sadness of life is palpable
After the doctor’s appraisal
that mind was enough
that,
just as you are, I am no different.
A sunk arm in a bedroom of boredom,
and here I still sit with the query of health.
This is wonderful poetry, filled with the kind of exploration and thought that the greatest poems achieve.
Thank you so much Thomas! This means the world to me! x
This is a fascinating poem, Eve. It feels to be laced with some regrets and some sadness … but, having reflected on certain ‘big’ experiences, insight has dawned & made you a much richer person … though you still ‘sit with the query of health.’ I love the way you have put the poem together … it may be a ‘collective’ but you have created a quite beautiful ‘whole’.
Your writing is absolutely beautiful. The vivid imagery and evoked emotions…I’ll just let all the other bloggers speak for me while I sit in astounded silence.
Thank you so much! This means the world to me, really. 😀 x