Thursday, September 13, 2007

factorizing fear ---Poetry on Thursdays

The travelling poetry show is being hosted by Carolee of The Polka Dot Witch Blog. The theme for this Thursday was Confront The Fear.

factorizing fear

confounding thoughts as ominous as night.
mysterious clouds camouflage moonlight.

necropolis is calm extenuating that end.

explore around, you might find a friend.

tombstones covered with mossy grime-

disintegrating with passing of time.

lifeless corpses recline in damp graves.

with epitaph “in death, he is saved.”

only remnants of those long since dead;

are carved stones, placed at their head.

in this austere place, misery is released;

all journey into intangible, eternal peace.

I stare standing, head bowed down,

longing to sleep in quiet underground.


What better way to confront the fear other than in the graveyard. This is a re-worked poem from the archives.

Next week's host is jillypoet, the prompt being uncorked---uncork whatever you want and pour it out into your next poem.

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joezul said...

Actually, reading your post ... it doesn't seem scary, but it invokes a kind of calm, of serenity that is evident throughout the whole narration.

I like it :)

Brian said...

My other, Bernard, when he was out front as a teen, loved to walk through cemeteries at night. He found them peaceful.

Wonderful poem. I will still have posts every day fro the next month.

No fears. :)

polka dot witch said...

hi, deb! sorry for the frustration. your comment is up. i'm not sure what happened. probably spam filter although it's been turned off for this past as have all those other annoying things that may disrupt traveling poetry show.

but never fear, traveling poetry will not fail. it will continue until it finds a home. until then, i think we'll all have to be patient with the quirks of the diversity of blog technology.

sorry and thanks for being persistent.


on your poem: i am so envious of anyone who can use rhyme! and you have captured very nicely how these cemeteries feel bogged down and how it betrays the sense of release that must come to those there.

Borut said...

How come, it's the second time todsay that I come across somedoy expressing the 'longing to sleep in quiet underground'. It must be in 'the air'!?:)

homo escapeons said...

The act of twisting the 'facts' to 'terrorize' on a massive scale.

The shadow government at the White House are masters at factorizing fear. They would like to put a Terrorist in Every Pot. If people are completely overwhelmed by imagined threats then the great unwashed can continue to be fleeced, duped, and manipulated.

How else can you explain Dubya getting RE-elected.
What are the odds?

This piece made me think of ordinary souls and their struggle to make sense of War and the true cost of continuously filling Arlington. Since we only get one shot at this world it is not something that we should squander or be forced to voluntarily exit.

The alternative to living is NOTHING. Not much of a choice under normal circumstances.

Rambler said...

sometimes these graveyards remind of my mind

Jessica said...

Very Emily Dickinson-esque! Nice use of rhyme and tone!

tumblewords said...

Interesting piece. It flows and releases fear rather than hanging on to it. Confront, it did.

Anonymous said...

Facing the fear ..this what I love about your writing ..thanks


Whitesnake said...

I stare standing, head bowed down,
longing to sleep in quiet underground.

Speaks in volumes, "Can we have everything louder than everything else?"

sage said...

Gautami--nice work--a question on culture, this seems to reflect a "western" cemetery more than how the dead are handled in India. Am I right? Thanks.

dsnake1 said...

i like the rhymes in this poem.:)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

"in this austere place, misery is released;
all journey into intangible, eternal peace."
I love that!

Don Iannone said...

Gautami: Very well done. Something very old about this poem. Old is a good way.

Beaman said...

I like this poem very much. The subject, the imagery and above all the structure. Very pleasant to read.