Four and twenty years
The flower in the room
Lain closed
Was no more than dim statue
Vase without rose
Color without sight
Shape losing distinction
And those who sought its open
Knew not the riddle
And so the light that came
Was always mute
Hesitant on ringing cusp
So close to elucidate, yet
What we know .. can simply be words
Spoken without access
As skater will skim surface
Unbeknownst of depth
So our hearts may idle dormant
Through many turning seasons
Held in abayance as treasure is horded
Lost over time to silentio
Do not put off finding your source
Though deep it runs beneath the world
Gathering sediment, silt and clay
What shape will we form, when lifted out?
Held to inspection, as writhing newborn
The metal in our veins fastening
This soul of salt 
This fusion of minerals 
Cast against unwanted chessboard
Where all demand a role
How do we learn to wade?
The fridgid waters of other’s demands
Yolking us back to previous destination
When all we strive for is the warrior pose
Striking our way forward in certitude
It is hard to remain resolute
In the eye of other’s storms
To hold on when you are being tossed
Over the edge of plundering vessel
You were born in motion
Swimming before breath
Breath before word
And they baptized you, based on their own heaviness
And they spooled you out, cast wide into frothy sea
Attempting to repair themselves in their seizure, of your liberty
It is not, returning to them, you go
But the highlands
Where only those able to breathe thin air
Can survive 
Among the castaways and forgotten
You found yourself
Knew the piston of your core
For its oiled heart
Ticking over, even as you held your breath
These many years of half won life
Watch the glimmering sky dispose day and usher gloves of dark
As mime artist speaks in gestured dance
See the low swoop of heavy headed swallows
Break apart and like gloaming magnet, reassert
Their whole in sight of land, gleaming in shortening pathway
Just beyond marbled horizon, saturated in indigo pulse
Where all you always were, stands waiting
To be claimed, and shone, and worn
In the splendor of selfhood, eager to push forward and meet approaching dawn

0 Replies to “Selfhood”

  1. “What we know .. can simply be words /Spoken without access/As skater will skim surface/ Unbeknownst of depth” and “It is hard to remain resolute/ In the eye of otherโ€™s storms” These lines are breathtaking, and the poem itself IS quite epic, I agree. Bravo and encore!

  2. Candice – You write these Epic poems with such depth and interwoven meanings, surely your baptism by fire has been quenched and tempered in the waters of life … what more can I say … Tu as du prix ร  Mes yeux.

    1. Peter, coming from you that means a lot. I see you as the Peter in the book we both read, and as such, he is wise and knows when things are ‘deep’ and interwoven. So if you say that it is, I tend to believe you. Thank you. It’s been a very trying four months I was brought to my knees by the sickness but I am fighting back and then some and in this fight I found a lot I did not know was there.

      1. You should believe it, or better still know it! I feel this sense of a woman who rises again and again, knowing Sophia holds her in her heart … I have been drawn to Orgonon all my life. I am barely a days drive from there now. Perhaps this spring I will finally make my pilgrimage! Rise, knowing there is love that surrounds you.

  3. Speechless! You have rendered me almost speechless with this one! As I read each line I saw the phoenix stirring and beginning to rise from the ashes to new life, new appreciation, new hope, and a new birthing of a true and confident self standing like a colossus and the entrance of what had been and yet turning to face all that would be, the finest fruits of all that you are!!!! Je t’aime et je t’adore, N ๐Ÿ™‚ <3 xoxoxoxoxoxo

    1. Wow I rendered you speechless! I must have done something right! (Or very wrong!) ๐Ÿ™‚ Wow TCU really bombed in their last game I shouldn’t have said anything! Oh well! Thank you dear one xo I totally meant the phoenix in that way you completely got it xo

      1. It was very right. It was so brilliant that I hardly could think of anything worthy to say of it! TCU was playing OU which is where my granddaughter is in school. So we were sad for the loss but she was delighted. Youโ€™re so welcome love. Itโ€™s good to know I got something completely
        right! Je tโ€™aimeโฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜˜xoxoxo

    1. I confess that since getting a little better I have been walking every day and because of the time of year the countryside and the walks I have taken remind me so much of England. I believe it influences my writing. Thank you for so many things not least just BEING YOU because you are a true friend.

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