No Escape From The Wind

I have lost myself
unwillingly.
There will be no
beatification for my sacrifice.
My dulcimer heart has been picked
and plucked by the misfortune
of those who seem to endure
far beyond my own limitations.

I weep into tramontane winds,
yet, remain immobilized in a raging ocean
churning with empathy.
I have become chum for the masses.

My sharp edges have long
weathered marble smooth by cries that find
and bind me to something higher than
being. Buried in the underside of happiness
I have become the unwitting sin
eater of my world.

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

ladle the cream in,
slow simmer the hearts strings
Pray they sing in tune
Reduce without burning or boiling over
stirring the snaking wind out of this tin shacks
Death rattle
Oh the sage, Purple out the door
full in my heart, full in my lungs

A short ferry
Jersey to Poole
But hell in a force 6 gale

Shared, the weight is light,
so kick up your heals
hand off the yolk

Go roll in the sand.

[icelandicblue]

Free at last... Thanks lee.

[TL Boehm]

the unwitting sin eater of my world. Jeez. This poem is packed with -saturated with sharp ache and imagery. It is the stinging tornadic wind that tears at the face of the reader and demands attention. WOW.

[icelandicblue]

Hi TL-
Now you're spoiling me. Thanks for the support.

[Sue]

It's clear writing has been therapeutic for you - such beautiful words and imagery, I only hope it helps to heal in years to come..... x

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Sue. I appreciate your insight.

[Traci]

"I have lost myself
unwillingly."

Wow...I felt the emotion from the opening lines, and the pain and frustration carried throughout the entire write.

"My sharp edges have long
weathered marble smooth by cries that find
and bind me to something higher than
being."

Such sadness in your words, blue, that only a mother could feel. Stay strong my friend, as many thoughts and prayers are being said for you and your son.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you again Traci for your words of strength. I truly appreciate it.

[Traci]

My pleasure, Anne.

[s y e]

I'm sending you big, cuddly hugs your way, my friend. I think you need a big hug from all of us here at the cafe and if we could, we would send you one. That's for sure. Your last stanza totally took my breath away, you've left me speechless and completely blown away. Keep writing the way you feel, it does help.

[icelandicblue]

Writing does help but I think I have to find something else to write about too much of this and I start to feel stuck in cement. It's just that I don't have anything else to write about. I'm hoping going back to school will help give me a new perspective on life. This summer has been mired in my illness and his addiction, I truly need a break from my vacation. Thank you for caring so much. I'm hoping the tortured soul is only temporary.

[s y e]

I never knew that you were a teacher. I guess sometimes vacations are something that you want to be over, especially when you have gone through certain events that have not always made your day. We're all here you no matter what.

[icelandicblue]

Yes, I teach 4th grade and I love it.

[s y e]

That's great.

[icelandicblue]

Here is a poem that a student wrote and sent to me this summer. She was in my fourth grade class and she is now entering 5th:
By R.S.

Colors streak through the sky as the sun rises banishing the midnight stars. Clouds run toward the great ball of fire changing their colors as they go. Gradually the sky changes its colors like a chameleon transforming. Pale blue patches show through the gaps in the clouds. A gentle breeze changes the texture of the puffy clouds to thin ghost wisps. Birds tweet happily as they take a morning flight. As midmorning approaches the sky changes yet again to a sapphire blue. The cloud sail away and the yellow sunshine glows a little brighter. A striped hot air balloon floats up toward the endless blue. Evening creeps into the sky bringing everlasting colors. Orange pink and purple burst through the sky an overtake the blue. The enormous star disappears over the horizon and tinier stars take its place. Midnight blackness and inky shadows claim the sky again.

It makes me feel like I do good in this world when I read something like this.

[s y e]

Wow, this is amazing! Out standing work, I bet you were pleased.

[icelandicblue]

I was very proud and pleased. It makes me feel like I am doing something right when so many other things are going wrong. She is talented but I couldn't believe a 4th grader wrote that. It was so beautifully descriptive. She's only 9.

[s y e]

That's remarkable. Shows what a good and amazing teacher you are.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks I love what I do and of course I have a passion for writing.

[Frieda P]

Wow, just read this Anne, get that kid on the wc....you should be proud, outstanding for anyone and especially a kid her age.....

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Frieda...Teaching writing gives me purpose where so many other aspects of my life have gone astray. I emphasize imagery and mood when writing and some kids just take to it and gobble it up. I know it is her work but I feel good standing in the corner applauding her accomplishments.

[Rosaria_V]

So very well done!! It's truly haunting

[icelandicblue]

Thank you very much.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Haunting...

I have lost myself
unwillingly. -- what a way to start this one off...immediate sense of frustration and deep pain.

The imagery is fantastic in this one, as is the language. "Dulcimer heart" was a nice touch, as was the plucking of misfortune.

My sharp edges have long
weathered marble smooth by cries that find
and bind me to something higher than
being. -- particularly like this section...the feel is great (nice internal rhyme), and the imagery really drives home the effect of hopelessness.

A heavy piece, but one I completely enjoyed.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much Sarah. I am happy you found multiple things in this poem that spoke to you. I appreciate the effort you put into your reviews.

[Baby Ricochet]

This is really sad blue. If I were there with you I'd give you a hug,

[icelandicblue]

Thanks BR, I could use a hug. I really appreciate it.

[Frieda P]

Profoundly moving Anne....your last stanza left me awestruck.

churning with empathy.
I have become chum for the masses.

It's the pits, I know...hang in there my friend.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Frieda, He's in the wind again.

[icelandicblue]

I found out a half hour ago.

[Frieda P]

Heavy sigh here, sorry Anne....it never ends does it?