In the Symbols of the Symbols (In the Loss of our Loss)

In the Symbols of the Symbols (In the Loss of our Loss)

A Poem by Julianna Marie

It was as if the absence
of birds in our poems
was the absence of
flight in the world,
but there were always crows,
of the same fraternal feather.
Can you hear them now,
as we stand here
melting?

Like a pine needle ax in a tabloid forest:
Our minds contorting into symbols
language couldn't behold,
our synchronies too slippery
for others to stand on--
As if the absence
of birds in our poems
was the absence of
music in the world.

Whilst we were just mowing
the overgrown ferns
of the backyards of our minds,
manufacturing malignant witch's brews
and engrossing ourselves
in the symbols
of the symbols we'd built
for one another,
engrossing ourselves
in the loss
of our loss--

Like an eraser thrown against rubber wind,
like an infant getting weened
from dirty breast-milk:
We forfeited our idols,
and finally looked within,
as if the absence of
birds in our poems
was the absence
of color in the world,
and that was why
we only
had crows,
and we ourselves
were only
like crows,
of the same fraternal feather,
but not of the same
maternal endeavors.

We grinned in  a black and white silence,
realizing 
the mind could fly,
the mind could sing,
the mind could paint,
therefore 
realizing
that the heart
could never
be absent
of birds.

Can you FEAR
them now,
as we 
stand here
melting?
Can you
FEAR
them?

© 2011 Julianna Marie



Author's Note

Julianna Marie
unfinished

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Wow! Now that ws a powerful beginning.
And indeed you are into psychology

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Julianna Marie
Julianna Marie

Seattle, WA



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I'm a 21 year old girl living in Seattle, student/poet/barista. I believe in art, poetry, psychology, and music-- I don't think its safe to believe in much else. more..

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