the ghost of a sky opens up for us
showing a glimpse of its mighty anger
by the way of thunder
but lightning is really the path
if a circle can be called that
fear of the unknown tears into us
when the howl of the wind rises and rises
veins go icy cold despite the heated flesh
I place my hands on the granite table,
empty and cold, through and through
you fill the bathtub for me
yet I feel so abandoned
when the howling winds call out names
I can sense the weight of loss
of something as yet un-named
"a fallen tree, its broken twigs, all speak of chaos out there"
if a circle can be called that
fear of the unknown tears into us
when the howl of the wind rises and rises
veins go icy cold despite the heated flesh
I place my hands on the granite table,
empty and cold, through and through
you fill the bathtub for me
yet I feel so abandoned
when the howling winds call out names
I can sense the weight of loss
of something as yet un-named
"a fallen tree, its broken twigs, all speak of chaos out there"
22 comments:
love the opening line,
real talents.
Powerful images
very powerful imagery
So difficult to relax while the world crumbles...
I shall repeat what others said: powerful imagery.
I can sense the weight of loss
of something as yet un-named
Love that.
As we are about to approach our stormy season here, these feelings and images hit home.
There is a real sense of loneliness with a bath like that...
Your title made me think of the famous Venus on a shell--and then I saw it in this pictiuure too! But the sense image of love when one makes a warm bath for one filled with fear domesticates the image. My mom always got us out of the water in thunder and lightning. I can imagine this one staying ot of that tub until the howling of names is long gone.
From your great opening lines to the perfect closing ones, this poem is really wonderful to read.
There is something about those moments before the impending storm...you have captured the sense of that imagery and chaos and turmoil so exquisitely here.
Very poignant.
Such a difficult situation you've captured here ... so much "aloneness", you've brought the feelings home very well .. great wordleing. Bastet
I feel her sense of vulnerability in this piece. Such a unique and fascinating story in this poem
I spied the Venus on the table looking towards the bath. Your poem grabbed me, chilled me and thrilled me. >3
Now I am colder than I was earlier.
The weight of loss of something yet unnamed - haunting
Evil spirits dont tend to clear off very easily or quickly , i feel
This is a wonderful piece, Guatami. And it's material like this that makes your weekly visits worthwhile.
A powerful write.
Wonderful poem, Guatami. Had a sense of loneliness and dread.
I can hear that howling wind, and feel the chill. There is a portent of loss in this poem that really resonates with me.
Guatami, would you please email me at wildwoman2@shaw.ca? I have something to ask you. Thank you so much!
Oh that was brilliant! well written :)
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