Transcendent Torpor

final draft (hopefully) Spoken word link in the notes section below. As always thank you for reading/listening to my stuff:)

 Transcendent Torpor

 

The dazed gloss of torpor

That haze my thoughts from order

This Malaise daubs my discourse

In surmise

 

My gaze caught the border

Of the sun rays washing implore

To grace upon the corners

Of my eyes

 

I must rise…

 

Feel the warm touch

Of dawns light, lick my cheek

To remind me

That it’s a vision,

Worthy of adore

 

My comprise

Is not just the faulty whispers

Of transgression

Or of sorrows touch

To shadow my sight

In the shades of slight

 

I must rise

 

To cradle the view

Of a spider web on my windowsill

The majesty of its weave;

The purity of its purpose;

The nourishment of bleeds

 

I must rise

This picture was a gift from an artist friend of whom recently passed away:) 

Author's Note

Robert · Transcendent Torpor

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Not sure if the state of mind alluded to here is depression, the blues or just out of sorts. Torpor can describe many things. Suffice it to say, though, that the work illustrates nicely how full appreciation of a simple scene of nature can rapidly alleviate negative mental states. The sight of a delicate spider's web in the first rays of morning can sometimes do more than a jolt of Paxil. Not bad at all for a first draft.

[Robert Trakofler]

yes i think of this as an exercise that plays out for me every day (very often in the morning). I have to make a conscious effort to "rise"... to see the beauty around me and not let the negative cycle of Depression (quarantine) etc, play repeat in my mind and steal my perspective.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh yes, the first rays of sun kissing your cheek make you feel alive and wipe away any lethargy that wants to linger. Nature has a way of reminding us we are not alone. We are part of something....and all of it counts. That artwork is very special. The colors make me think of ideas that are swimming through the mind. You obviously have plenty of them. Good one, Robert. Lydi**

[Ken Simm.]

You have caught me in your morning web yet again. I see myself rising in torpor and having to make a concious choice with my moods. Which are many but not that varied. Looking at what is around me always does develop, (that is the right word) me for the day. Like an old negative photograph appearing in a tray in the darkroom. And to fully wring the allusion dry the mood is not fixed until it is fixed.
So, this poem does indeed hit many notes for me but overall it smashes one true one. If I dare say it we are much alike brother.

[Robert Trakofler]

I just wrote the exact same thing to you! I just got goosebumps

[Ken Simm.]

So did I. Spooky eh?

[AJNJ]

Inactivity is okay as long as ut doesn't take over totally. One needs to tune out sometimes but without missing out on anything worthwhile. I enjoyed your word choice here sir!

[Robert Trakofler]

my brain is very much like one of those old motors that require a a good many hand cranks to get it moving and at least one goodly smack across the carburetor to get working

[AJNJ]

Hahahaha. I relate. Totally ... :)

[Dave Brown]

As an anti-torpor remedy, there is little to compare with sunlight kissing a morning's windowsill and wending into the room
Do spiders converse with bunnies

[Robert Trakofler]

yes they do but they are difficult to understand because they are always drooling so the words come out slushy and full of spittle they are very self conscious aspout iths

[Dave Brown]

and rightly so.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

To break the torpor needs sheer force of will sometimes. But break it one must. To fully avail of the majestic bounty of life outside. A lovely motivational poem on the tusssel between our internal world and the external world to get a bigger share of us! Fantastico Dear Bunny! Says I.
~ Your friend Ditzy

[Robert Trakofler]

one of the things i have learned from you kitty cats is the importance of multiple naps:)

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Power naps I call them! They keep us sharp! You know me well, bunny friend 💕

[barleygirl]

In listening to this, I definitely feel the torpor . . . pretty lacking in verbal energy (a good thing) . . . and even when you speak the lines "I must rise" . . . it's not very convincing. This is different than I would've expected, but I like it. It captures how it feels to know we need to get up & get busy like the spider in the corner, but the spider has such thin nimble legs, whereas mine feel like elephantitis legs. So much is sparked by your poem, I'm afraid I might have to go back to bed . . . it's 5 am & still dark . . . maybe I should puff one & return to torpor. Maybe that will be my reply poem: the return to torpor . . . we all crave it! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Robert Trakofler]

lol torpor torture

[barleygirl]

When I think of torpor at this time of year, in your location, the main thing that I feel is: HUMIDITY!

[Robert Trakofler]

two days in a row of pleasant weather I am a bit nervous and pensive

[barleygirl]

I'm getting waves of smoke over the mountain from that last fire that's still raging in Big Sur. Not a danger to me, but reminds me we're not out of the woods yet. As for weather, it feels like autumn's here already & the acorns have started dropping becuz of these crisp mornings! Love it!

[Robert Trakofler]

LOL i just woke up from taking a nap damn torpor

[barleygirl]

I will need a nap later . . . got up too early 4 am!

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Whatever the state our minds may find themselves in, I am a firm believer that nature can calm. The sunlight kissing your cheek and the spiders web on the window cill, a gentle way to start to ease you into the day. Your posted artwork Bunny given to you by your late friend, resembles a frazzled mind to me. All good wishes from across the pond.

Chris

[Robert Trakofler]

this is one of those pieces i hope Kindle Ken finds He once told me when he starts an art class he always has his students start by writing a line this piece reminds me of that:/ they are both art professors so I'm thinking they would of had some interesting conversations, I agree with you on what you see in the art and it does meld well with what you see in my poem I should not be surprised dear Chris you always have a way of seeing right thru me:) and I don't mind in the least cause you still put up with me in spite of it:)

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Dear Bunny, I have always found bunnies to be such lovely creatures :))

[⚘]

The picture certainly makes me think of torpor and the foggy haze in the mind that occurs when we wake in the morning. Whether we are dazed from sleep or the troubles of our existence, we must always rise to greet the sun and embrace the new day. Who knows.....with a little kiss from the sun's rays the cobwebs are blown away and clarity resumes. Love the title, Master Bunny! You always use some great word choices. A fine piece, my friend. Vibrant art there, too!

[Robert Trakofler]

I am on my first cup of anti-torpor LOL! that painting sits right next to my desk Gary was part painter, sculptor and kinetic artist his canvases are always molded into forms. he experimented with the flow of paint the organics of prism and perspective the piece i have is pretty rare for it is a single line painted and not dripped he subtly changes the hue as the line reaches a different contour of the structure this is the reverse of his other works the piece reminds me of an eye and as such it feels like he is gazing at me but the overall effect of this little piece is the melding of the flows and hues to create a single composition much like in my poem I infer of the wretched and the pain that hums an underlying tune always ready to pull my heart down but in the end it is a warning a reminder that yes I am this. but I also am the beauty I can not deny I am both but I can choose to embrace the grace

[Patricia Wedel]

To me... the Art represents the colors of Impurities
which we survive, or otherwise pass over the great divide.
For me.. I have been given many years to learn the intricacy
of embedded unconditional love... and perhaps like a
Mourning Dove... I will fly away and join the others. gently, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

not far from me is the national aviary... the original old victorian building is made entirely of glass:) In the main room flying free are so many birds it is impossible to see them all when they all start to flying its like looking at a live impressionist painting:) the one thing that always strikes me is how they all get along... so I am wondering if your love of birds has something to do with that unconditional love. I always think you would enjoy seeing this place being that you are so well versed in bird language I imagine you would strike up quite the conversation:) I see what you meant about the love element it is a key to a good rising indeed dear Patricia

[Patricia Wedel]

Birds at my Kitchen window trust me as they sit on the railing of the Deck with lots of Sunflower seeds and other smaller seeds. The bright Red Male Cardinals and the softer female Cardinals know I adore their presence. gently, Pat

[WasteDragon]

top quality work, I really dig and appreciate this

[Robert Trakofler]

thank you good sir:)