Empty WIndow

She was far from an empty window 

Hers was not the mind’s umbilical freedom. Hers was the ground and strew, the rain on stones white as apparition. Once fooled then strung, one against another, she could face the disgrace of amputations in gated calculation.  A clarity’s hand held high over the deep black memory. A spit of burst against the swallowed air and finally the flesh against the hairs of nettled will.  She spared her permanence the weight of color, and when faced with the welder's torch she did as all that darkness could; refusing to fade.

A rising age, withholding years for their insults and stutters; for their hemisphere in the umbels of hemlock, and never pretending to remain undone. or even to remain.  Knowing only that hers was a self invaded reality, she was forced into an empty window where everything pressed through glass passed and vanished. Her final amputation, the lamenting.

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Crying over this one. Thanks a lot Man...
I needed that though
You are always so insightful and eloquent in all your prowess, your Hawkness!😘

[Perdition]

Well look who be...the Canvas herself and a smile as always. Thanks back at ya and a cry is but a million remedies turned wet to dry.

[emmajoy]

The mind gathers momentum, feels, dies a little, fades into.. Comes a burst of emotional energy , now devoid of feeling, she cedes painlessly because there's nothing left. Perhaps.
'.. Knowing only that hers was a self invaded reality she became an empty window .. '

There's desperation in these words, and pain.. and fear.. and ..

[Perdition]

and an empty window ? hahaha..Thanks you. "She cedes"...I absolutely love that expression!

[emmajoy]

or an open one from which she can escape into her own thoughts.. ?

[Perdition]

Now does she seem the type of woman that would be escaping via her own thoughts ? Escapism comes from the pearl handled awareness she turns against the rest one glass at a time .

[emmajoy]

I stand corrected.. perhaps need to re.read when it's daytime rather that wet, dreary night.

[Perdition]

Never corrected..adding dimension and perspective that I am happily sipping in a Hmmm? Thanks you and wet dreary night is the weeping voice of God as he too sips on wine. Magic vines climbing..she cedes :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong, honest and powerful thoughts in the poetry. The poem felt like being able to listen to someone internal thoughts and accepting final place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Perdition]

A pleasure and thanks for stopping by as always Enjoyed the review and you know I will be reading.Looking forward to stopping by soon.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[Alisa Js]

The trading of life...

Hmmmm...

When and where are those decisions made, actually? In the conscious or subconscious? Why do some realize and others continue to wander clueless???

Questions... so many questions...

Wishing you well, my friend of time and space. As for me... I have no clue.

Alisa

[Perdition]

And yet it all continues to emanate from your consciousness unveiling as reality dressed in a pliable illusion, Up to you smiles. Up to you. Catch up soon, Thanks A.

[Alisa Js]

Looking forward to it...

;-)

[MAC]

P, this is amazing. Have read it twice and just got lost in it. Tis like a mini-movie in my mind. Excellent!

[Perdition]

Thank you Sir... I can only imagine the movie. Hopefully a couple ravens in there somewhere.