Standing Stone

Standing Stone

A Poem by Einstein Noodle

the privacy of her expectations

kept 
those things hidden tight  
                  I
pushed them into compression locks, she
squeezing shut and squinted yet
still oozing her secrets; it
couldn't be helped

in hieroglyphic mazes we bleed our ignorance

Tell me darling!            Please!                    I beg

standing  stupor with a pick- shovel 
and sifter ....shaking ... ever shaking 
through the debris  to glimpse
some bit of
understanding
            
never settling
honestly ........... tombs of the ancients are an easier task

01/24/2018
E.

© 2019 Einstein Noodle


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This is a deeply moving and personal journey written in a unique dramatic format- i can easily hear this as a spoken poem...a lover with the object of his love figuratively entombed by her secrets, expectations and emotional debris- and he trying to dig her out literally and figuratively. Brilliant metaphor. Eloquent and poignant words reveal unbearable
undercurrents of pain and frustration. I concur, a most formidable and long- suffering task to endeavor. I hope that luck, strength and infinite understanding prevail for this poor protagonist. Great write my friend!


Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

God bless you for your very understanding read of this..and thank you so much for pointing out what .. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

6 Years Ago

Your poem touched my heart E. Blessings and light wished back to you.:)



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Fascinating and multi layered. The reader can approach this in so many ways but I prefer to see it through the shadows of my own experience.
A remarkable piece of thoroughly intelligent writing.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

Conas atá tú? ;) what a happy man i am at your visit my friend ...i need to stop by your place and.. read more
"squeezing shut and squinted yet
still oozing her secrets" - oh i wish i'd written this description. it's - well you can taste it, see it, feel it. It's visceral.

love the imagery of ancient egypt in there; a metaphor for secrets and censors and lost truths.
beautiful.
agree too that i'd love to hear it spoken out loud.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

thank you my new friend! i know that you "feel" this one ...we have some similar inner cores i think.. read more
One of your best. I like it so much.
Lower your expectations, lower your surprises.
Keep secrets hidden, keep the peace.
Undertsand the other's wants and needs, stay in the just balance.
Point out past or current mistakes, get the bees nest.
Write a wonderful poem, get great review.



Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

wow Sami!! so humbled...truly ...by your remarks ..i appreciate all your visits ..isn't it crazy how.. read more
Sami Khalil

6 Years Ago

So True. You are welcome...
Personal interaction is often metaphysical . Poetry is often metaphorical. Searching for understanding depends on scaling the barriers. I hope I have navigated the complex maze of words here, E. in my interpretation of your poem..... N.:)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

yep ... certainly can be all that indeed ... perhaps why we have so much fun at it ;) oh those barri.. read more
This is intense, yet bleeds with wanting to be soften, and it's soft at times, like a summer's sea waves, holding a kind of warmth, the poem is like a wave, changing from feeling to another due to the more than one state it carries, the urging from You, the caring loving urging from You that takes a ride on anger when it seems it has no response to, I think of those who are drawn in their situations thinking no one cares, and they believe so, might even turns into stones, but we know inside they are gentle, they just hide safe (that's what they think off) inside that tough shell, it might be hard to break it and make them get out, but we shouldn't stop because we care about them, and it might takes only a moment when we will see them laying their hand to us.

this poem holds speciality and shows Your true loving nature, Your strength, in a unquie way.
Happy Weekend for You Mr. Loving E!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

thank you so much for you very kind words Light...and for taking time to really get into this poem ... read more
He doesn't understand her, and I don't think she wants him to! Perhaps she keeps her secrets locked up, because she doesn't understand either! I love the imagery ..compression locks, hieroglyphic mazes, pick shovel. I sense the frustration and the irregular format seems to echo it. Clever poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

ps. strictly from the man's point of view .. so i much appreciate you making the "other" sides case.. read more
Great Aunt Astri

6 Years Ago

I might write a poem in response! :}........
Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

oh i think you should Auntie ..please let me know if and when you do :)))))))))))))))))))
Damn those heiroglyphic mazes and the crumbs of answers that only lead to more questions.
I feel this is written with soft, pondering touch, rather than frustration, and if I am reading it correctly, a bit like your thousandth visit to see Mona Lisa...Still awestruck, but nowhere nearer understanding that enigmatic smile.
Perhaps more answers will come E, perhaps not...but there's always the hope of one day understanding.
Superb piece. Very contemplative and thought provoking.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

thank you so much for your sensitive and thorough review ..yes..just try to understand the Mona's sm.. read more
Controlling the mood of a poem is well mastered here. It is a blending of the reader's perception and images created. A very excellent job

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

thank you for taking time Cherrie! very much appreciate your reviews always ... thank you again!
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oh wow....those oozing secrets......we often find ourselves in the graveyards of our forgotten memories, trying to figure out, "How did I get here, again?".......You penned this one with the skill of a surgeon my friend......so, which type of surgeon are you? :P

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

hmmmmmmmmmmmm the one with the butcher knife???? ;) thanks for your encouraging words Sleepless ..ye.. read more
First, despite my initial impression about the seemingly chaotic structure, it made sense after reading this poem. What first appears a jumbled mess of words actually reflects the message you convey here (or as I interpreted it).

I certainly get the pain and frustration, trying to "unlock" another person's brain, to understand them better, to get closer. It's what makes the closest relationships. Still, when we fail, or they don't allow us inside the inner vault, even after death (physically or emotionally), we still dig for the truth, a deeper understanding. And, sometimes we learn more from history than from the present. A mind-bending but thought-provoking piece. I enjoyed this work very much.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

thank you for your honesty sir..glad you got past the lack of proper form...this is typically how i .. read more

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