Where Now The Words?

Where Now The Words?

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
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Where sunlight once graced the rising thrones, where now the rulers? Where now the words?

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I dived into deep obscurity,
drawn to the lore of my reflection,
lost all comfort and security
beyond the bounds of recollection.

I flailed in realms of isolation,
retreated far from the grasping shore,
embraced the silk of separation,
immersed in silence forevermore.

Lost in the presence of murky dreams,
I felt my way through indigo black,
frontiers of hope and hopeless extremes,
the weight of the world upon my back.

No language, no speech, no judging God,
no mother hen to peck at my soul,
no ruthless advance, no iron rod,
no means of measure for self-control.

No words to gather for gentle ears,
no need for mountains of plaintive verse,
no more the me in levies of tears
behind the half-smiles, the mask, and worse.

A dive so deep, entangled in time,
a peaceful lull this distance affords.
Upend the night, the ledgers of crime.
Where are the warriors?  Where are the words?

The blossom of night blooms in my bones.
The moonlight wakens a thousand swords.
Where sunlight once graced the rising thrones,
where now the rulers?  Where now the words?

© 2019 Linda Marie Van Tassell


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Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Linda, I must ask. Did the photograph inspire the poem or did the photograph come later, as a perfect pairing? As I often do, I studied the photograph first, especially the light, shadows, her expression, and position of her hands and feet. The seven stanzas appear a complete analysis of the photograph.

What you've expressed here is a woman who escaped life by immersing herself into her own thoughts, reflections and memories, not allowing anything but nature's ambient light to penetrate. As we know from being underwater, everything goes quiet, and we quickly become aware of our own heartbeat--and the darkness. It's here we survive or die. Clearly, she survives. As I take from your poem, she's at peace, calm, and confident with her mind and body. She's not in her natural environment but she copes well, better than most left alone in such "waters."

Still, after such an experience, overcoming so many challenges, a person who detaches from others often loses something, perhaps it's sensitivity, compassion or the ability to connect and trust others. The music seems to echo the same. This is so much more than a poem. This is short story, perhaps one still without an ending. Another remarkable work.

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

The poem was written first. This is usually the case. Once the poem is completed, I set out to fin.. read more
R.E. Ray

11 Months Ago

So good to know I read this mostly as intended. Yes, your time spent searching for the right photo i.. read more



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WOW! I find some truth in this write, deep and quite intriguing. Love the pic.

Posted 8 Months Ago


We are molded by our experiences, bound to the past, regardless of time and distance; the catharsis of poetical expression not gifted to all.

Where are the words, where now? you ask. Inside, waiting for release, is my reply. R.E. has proposed that your poem is about a woman who escapes a life she no longer wishes to lead; and I see from your reply, that as ever, he is so accurate in his thinking. I would agree, yet go even further and say that the ability to put pen to paper is as much, if not more of an escape from the past.

Beccy.



Posted 11 Months Ago


Your poem seems to harken to the way I've been feeling lately about the sad demise of civility and so much more. Sometimes it's just too ugly or too contentious "out there" & I just have to retreat to my solitude, to my wilderness enclave, where there are no words to describe the ongoing s**t. As much as I want to respond to it, rant about it, I also do not want to define myself as a writer fighting against the BS . . . sometimes we just need to show how it looks & feels in a better place (which this poem does with grace) Fondly, Margie

Posted 11 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

Thank you, Margie. After watching the impeachment hearings for the last two weeks, I spent the last.. read more
barleygirl

11 Months Ago

Thank you for sharing all this. You have an amazing ability to present a strong point while meanderi.. read more
Very interesting poem about life. I enjoyed it a lot. sometimes I wish to escape life.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

Thank you, JungLee. I appreciate your visit and understand. I think we all want to escape at times.. read more
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M.
This feels dark and murky all the way to the end, and the last stanza opens up to the light. You have a gift with your phrasing throughout. So good.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

Thank you, M. I appreciate the visit.
dear Linda Marie... I do feel that we each are born with
an opportunity to see the light. however, due to the
environment we are placed to endure... it can be a struggle
and eventually we determine our own destiny. your poetry has an
aura of heavenly persuasion. truly, Pat

Posted 11 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

Thank you, Pat. I believe there is always light. It burns within us.
Patricia Wedel

11 Months Ago

Lovely to know that the light burns within us...
our mind is phenomenal. There are times wh.. read more
It is hard to tell the meaning of these words, but the general tone of the poem has an air of depression about it. It has apparently robbed the speaker of words, which may mean an inability to create, something like a block. More than once we hear the question "Where are the words?" And yet this sudden imposition of silence is also described as a "peaceful lull." The last verse indicates the darkness is spreading. I can only hope help is available.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

It's about separation from everyone and everything you've ever known, setting out for life alone, lo.. read more
I'm not gonna speak of the mechanics of your writes anymore because you have established in my mind a level of perfection in that arena and the bunny doesn't want to be a bore:) (I have this song on one of my playlists by the way) I will say that what I feel is such a tremendous release the act of freeing ones self of the things that bound us to a place or a feeling even a belief to allow ourselves to redefine the once static definitions to remold are place in the universe and the courage to embrace in the questions well that is all pure golden revel revelations what a lovely penning and what a lovely place to be, dear dear Linda Marie

Posted 11 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

Thank you, Robert. It's a beautiful composition, isn't it? It feels to me like a battle, a rising .. read more
. you delve deep into the dark realm into another dimension in this piece the words in rhyme and rhythm are spot on and the photo ..a perfect match for this

nice. work

Posted 11 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

Thank you, Fran.
I feel a mixture of triumph and contemplation in this poem. There's a sense of moving on which required a certain resolve and strength, and that in that moving on many wonderful things were discovered or gleaned. But, the ending feels a little more ambiguous. As if it's open to be judged by what will still come.

As ever, you offer what my mind processes as an ornate thoughtfulness. Like a fine tapestry with hidden scenes. Something that must be stood before and studied to absorb the entirety of the message. Your last stanza, in particular, activated my imagination. The first two lines of that stanza offer an emotive point of reference that sticks in my head.

Lovely work.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

11 Months Ago

Thank you, Eilis. I love the last stanza as well. Like the swords mentioned, it represents triumph.. read more

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