photo credit: pixbay.com
..
..
It’s weird. The way
things got all fragmented and strange,
rearranged into less.
I was whole once.
I think. You see, it’s very difficult to say
since the day
the better part of my skull became sky.
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Lill has us pondering sculpture, and chiseling a conversation, over at dVerse. Come play!
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I thought this sculpture thought provoking — and even more so after reading your words! I thought I was whole…once….I think…
Gosh, so engaging and haunting…
Splendid!
The skull become sky… what a perfect last line…
Beautifully haunting ❤ ❤
Lovely work, De
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Wonderful take on this particular sculpture. I love your spacing and punctuation that add so much. The pauses are important in this.
Love this part De:
rearranged into less.
I was whole once.
And such a creative title too 🙂
Nice, the title takes us one place, he poem another, & both places perfectly compliment the image; very fine rocking of today’s prompt.
Very cool title, De…my expectations went somewhere else but loved that last line!
You sure took the words right out of her mouth!
Wow. This was excellent also. That last line lands perfectly, and beguiles the reader into going back to the beginning to start over with a newer, more whole, sense of the piece’s meaning.
Love the title – it kind of came out of nowhere – until I read the poem a few times. As Glenn said, the title takes us one place, the poem another, & both places perfectly compliment the image.
though “I was whole once.” adds a sad note to the piece, the last line compels us to be grateful for the shattering….picture perfect title…
Unlimited thought! Lovely!
Quite the imagination here, De; I like the line breaks in this.
Expansive and open to possibilities! Great De-magination!
You have really reminded me of a long conversation I had this afternoon with a friend who has been caring for her aunt, who has dementia. That losing of self, and sense of confusion.
“I was once a whole…” ~ awwee, no sadder words than this one. A truly haunting piece, De!
Wow! A thought-provoking take on the prompt.
Same image as Lillian, but such a different poem. Love the pondering in this!
Sorry for my late response, De.
I love this take on the prompt, the casual sarcasm at the end. This was a compact little gem.
Let’s just address the hole in my head thing…”it’s weird.” Perfect summation, De.
S T O N E S T A T U E..
Ah.. yes.. Face without
a head.. head without a face..
disintegration of ego.. never reAlly
held toO close to miNd and BoDy soUl..
Funny how poEtry glued the Language
and emoTioN.. back with me A SONG..
and DancE literAlly made
me a legend in the
eYes of somE otheRs
in the general
danCinG audience2..
i suppose the bottom line
is humpty dumpty can bE
put BACK toGeTher agAin but nah..
and sure Isis CAN help Osiris do it2..
but hell no.. not all the ‘King’s Horses..
and Men.. not even doctors.. not
even priests and politicians..
not even prayers of others..
when God comeS noW
to live inside FReED
FOR
REAL..
best thing
of ALL REAL
GOD INSIDE
NEVER GIVES UP..
AND NEVER STAYs IN
HELL AS LONG AS PATIENCE WELLS..:)