The Pause

‘Not yet’ she whispered to her choice of sanctuary

The question it asked etched on fingers turning

Memories held in faded lines; pale green against the pitch

 

Echoes made, indelible marks to the coal black sky

Cloudburst joined the weeping dance of melancholy wistful

As each they pleaded murmurs for her run to cease

 

She embraced the bough, tracing pulse of temporary shelter

The willows heart beat strong to her flickering touch

Her breaths she took fusing a bond, found in years of journey

 

A moment paused in exhalation; a kiss to the elements she blew

Lunar smiled on porcelain form, the seraphim as she stilled

Her favoured constant, always there, lighting the path of night

 

And so the distant clock did sing, the seconds picked their pace

Her watchers listened to words affirmed in the flight of her step; begun

 

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. andthedawn
    Oct 09, 2011 @ 20:12:39

    Begun. Ending with the beginning, the hope, the future path, the bravery of new steps.

    I think this is a beautiful, well thought out, wonderfully paced journey through thought and environment.

    I love your imagery. X

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  2. Paul McGovern
    Oct 09, 2011 @ 20:22:00

    I adore this poem, I want to make that clear from the outset before I lose myself in my exploration of the magnificence it holds.

    The persistence of thought, experience drawing on memory in the establishment of a pause, reflection – internal & external mirrors. The form of the lines is so exemplary of the themes held within, a stimulus for rumination.

    A place of recovery, contrast – states of existence, past, present and future colliding in contemplation. Unique, beautiful use of colour as thoughts circle.

    “‘Not yet’ she whispered to her choice of sanctuary
    The question it asked etched on fingers turning
    Memories held in faded lines; pale green against the pitch”

    The reverberation of the lugubrious, a plea for cessation – the discontinuation of motion. No longer to run but to hold still, stay fast, hesitate in contentment.

    “Echoes made, indelible marks to the coal black sky
    Cloudburst joined the weeping dance of melancholy wistful
    As each they pleaded murmurs for her run to cease”

    Resilience, the strength within – the core of oneself holds resolve. The duality to touch, male and female forms – the gentle trace of femininity, the power it holds. Nature steadfast in the tumult of time. The perception of a creator.

    “She embraced the bough, tracing pulse of temporary shelter
    The willows heart beat strong to her flickering touch
    Her breaths she took fusing a bond, found in years of journey”

    A pause devised, the interlude of wings – the perfect light, that found in deepest dark – a constant always, for it is light that darkness most fears.

    “A moment paused in exhalation; a kiss to the elements she blew
    Lunar smiled on porcelain form, the seraphim as she stilled
    Her favoured constant, always there, lighting the path of night”

    Time indifferent, the ever watchful measure – evident always. Yet it can only watch, choice is made, cause and effect – the wonder held set forth.

    “And so the distant clock did sing, the seconds picked their pace
    Her watchers listened to words affirmed in the flight of her step; begun”

    An amazing poem, written with insight and creative aptitude. Pauses created without grammatical constructs, reflection prompted in the words written and in meaning held. Emotive, it speaks to my core. All superlatives of praise are insignificant, I have read the words several times now and each time they renew further my love of creative process. I could go on forever but I think I want to read the poem again 🙂

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  3. 1emeraldcity
    Oct 09, 2011 @ 20:26:41

    I love the use of color here and your imagry in general is original, sensuous and cerebral at the same time. Lovely work, C. High five !

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