Canvas

Canvas

A Poem by Mark

I fell between notes in bottomless white
hung on to a D and then an S to the right.

Who knew Despair could save life?
What I write, where I fall
Who I am between love,
and nothing at all.

Why I do, why I pen, why I 
continue to share
a rough heart worn,
torn, and brazenly bare.

Reasons, fall to the floor
then spring to the furnace
heated enshrined
snow-melted in earnest.

I climb back out, a will full of spite
and plague with words, that bottomless white.

© 2013 Mark


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I like this poem a great deal, especially the lucid imagery and the power of your thoughts and meanings, very well done! Awesome!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Cleverly spun! I like your work, always gives me pause to think on other levels x

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you my sweet friend. Your work does the same to me.
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I'm reading this and from the top, one would think you are clinging precariously to the E for dEspair ? :)

As for why we write. My doctor told me it was therepeutic. While he likes our conversations every week, he thinks it's good therapy for me to write out events in my life so he can read them directly. It makes me not feel so ashamed or hurt by them then, and I can better come to terms with my past.

I think this is true of all writers. And yes, to climb the worn ladder, you must give up your fears and hope for a higher landing - in time. It will all come to us - everything we needed to know about ourselves - in time. :)


Posted 11 Years Ago


There's a near gasping read to this, , punctuation forming short bursts of words .. attempts to find a place, reality.. to level the emotion, calm it, quiet it into a place where sense makes sense. Expressing emotion is something that doesn't come easily; the emotion is real but somehow the writing isn't enough .. nothing seems to translate.. and thus the deathly pale, the white - emptiness perhaps and so very sad. Incredibly emotional.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Who knew despair could save a life. Love the wordplay in this. "What I write, where I fall..." love and the loss of it is like this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark you had me at the title and this poem did not bring disappoint..
Strong emotional pull... "why do I write"
"I fell between notes in bottomless white
hung on to a D and then an S to the right."
outstanding.. xo Rose

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Rose :)
shallimarRose

11 Years Ago

You are most welcome Mark.. Its a strong piece.. Rose
This is such a strong write, Mark - the message portrayed is amazing and the way you've written it is great! I've missed reading you, sorry I have been scarce.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

thank you dear. I hope school is productive for you :)
Love this one Mark...I write, therefore I am, even in despair.

Who I am between love,
and nothing at all.

That's a lot of wide open space right there.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thanks dear friend. :)
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

My pleasure Mark, you're on my dusty bookshelf now. ;-)
When we feel empty we can't stand the thought of empty, so we fill whatever we find, whether it be a whiskey glass or a white piece of paper, we have this need to fill in hopes it will relieve our own emptiness. Very nicely done Mark.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thanks Jack glad you saw something in the work.

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