Benjamin Posted July 23, 2013 Share Posted July 23, 2013 today a blank page is filled with no recall of yesterday tomorrow it starts again when this day is forgotten and each day is an aeon of giants and monoliths that rise in the fresh pink dawn to sink in a black mooned sea the rain spatters off cold glass warm fingers reach for the pane and so much separates me from the rest of the world Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted July 23, 2013 Share Posted July 23, 2013 and so much separates me from the rest of the world Such a profound sense of isolation in those words. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonqueen Posted July 24, 2013 Share Posted July 24, 2013 Oh, wow, G! I am usually wrong in what I read into so many poems, but you know me, I'll jump in face first if I feel strongly. This gives me a sense of how I believe I might feel if Alzheimer's were to move in with me. A sadness, wistfulness, knowing the world is there, but unable to be a part of it. Pages blank, day after day, with the second v. representing what else might be seen from the window. I guess, to say it makes me feel lonely sums it up. Beautiful loneliness. I'll be thinking about this one for awhile. Excellent. mq Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted July 24, 2013 Author Share Posted July 24, 2013 Thanks badge and mq. You might want to check out 6 Degrees of separation. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_degrees_of_separation The poem also hints at my belief that humanity has risen and fallen at least twice. The interpretation of the piece as a whole I leave to the discretion of the reader. G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted July 24, 2013 Share Posted July 24, 2013 Lovely work G! Yes indeed, the title adds an entire depth to the piece. Fantastic well crafted images, and in one way, to me the writer's life. Each day anew, with the remembered experiences sinking into the depths, to be rewritten as new monoliths.... Nice work! Juris Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted July 26, 2013 Share Posted July 26, 2013 Thanks badge and mq. You might want to check out 6 Degrees of separation. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_degrees_of_separation The poem also hints at my belief that humanity has risen and fallen at least twice. The interpretation of the piece as a whole I leave to the discretion of the reader. G. This line: and each day is an aeon Wonderful. And there were two instantly brief flashes in my mind's eye that we HAVE fallen before..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted July 29, 2013 Share Posted July 29, 2013 Feels like a simultaneous showing of "Groundhog Day" and my main fever nightmare when I was a kid. Creepy. Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted August 24, 2013 Share Posted August 24, 2013 Hi Geoff, This is beautifully written, I like the parallels you create in your imagery. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted August 28, 2013 Author Share Posted August 28, 2013 My thanks to you all for the welcome comments which make posting here so worthwhile. G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted October 24, 2013 Share Posted October 24, 2013 Geoff, I know you've posted more recent works, and forgive me for bumping this one, but I very much like how it takes observation to the next level. The speaker/poet is personally involved. The first verse could be the speaker's experience, mankind's experience, or both. And though the second verse could, by some stretch, be introspective, to me it leans toward the macrocosm; the third verse kind of confirms it when the speaker somehow distances himself from humankind's triumphs and defeats. He is in his own place, and we don't know why: warm fingers reach for the pane ... or is it the pain? As I age, it matters less why. I also very much enjoyed "Arboreal Complaint," "the quiet joys," "Autumnal," and your latest "The chances of anything coming from Mars." Thank you for these, too. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted October 26, 2013 Author Share Posted October 26, 2013 Tony. Many thanks for taking the time to read and comment: I appreciate it. My poetry tends to be a mixture of personal observations and experiences, combined with ( grainy philosophical) daydreams, intertwined with a lifetime of extensive reading. Perhaps if I'd had a more retentive memory my life would have been very different, although I have little to complain about in this mad, mad world. The "pane" (of glass) is an ambiguous metaphor: a segregation from reality: a Stephen King's "Dome" perhaps, or a hospital/nursing home window. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted October 28, 2013 Share Posted October 28, 2013 Oh, I knew it was a pane of glass, Geoff. I was just pointing out the association I made: warm fingers/cold glass, reach for the pane/pain. Tony :) Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 The last two stanzas are particularly original and moving. Nice work, Geoff! - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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