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, 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 1 Year Ago


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Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year 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

1 Year 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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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 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year 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

1 Year Ago

So good to know I read this mostly as intended. Yes, your time spent searching for the right photo i.. read more
It sounds as though you were afforded a special journey that brought you back to a different time. As though through meditation you found yourself on another plane far from this one. Nice rhymes and rhythm here.

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Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

This is really about my life's journey and leaving everything and everyone behind that I had ever kn.. read more
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Time and distance are great healers. The sense of introspection and outward projection is great. Time grinds all things to a halt eventually - friends and enemies alike. Strength perseveres and prevails. Write on .....

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Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

Thank you, JTD.
The rhyme scheme of this poem is amazing. I wish I could rhyme as well you this work. This poem Is very beautifully written. Great job here.

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Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much.
this poem rules!
perfect meter and rhyme scheme...i could almost become a fan of rhyme reading your words when you present them with such grace and subtlety....
as poets, we reach deep into the darkness to grasp themes...we shine sometimes like stars burnt out long ago of love...but still having that glow lingering within our pens...as we travel infinite space of pain to dream and to write of those dreams.
j.

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Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much, Jacob. This means a lot coming from you, whom I respect ever so much.

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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..

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