Words
Words dashed off in notes
wing across field and mountain
hand delivered flat
Wax seal on vellum
a palimpsest oft folded
creased and full of words
It’s all about you
not one question about me
no hi how are you?
Clench my fist, crumple
your latest missive, eye twitch
as your words repeat
No two way flow here
just your insecurity
ink captured and sent
Tugs at my heart strings
cuts my vein bleeds ink to write–
reassurance sent
Special messenger
spreads gray wings, note tied to leg
beats the frigid air
Breath, fog enfolded,
creates clouds that drift away
sky hangs low today
Add letter to box
skim contents, find a pattern
each note’s about you
Rip them, let wind take
your words to where they belong
confetti breeze tossed
let your selfishness
drift, rain down on someone else
let them piece you back
Wind ruffles my cloak
strap on helmet and cuirass
step into chariot
My scarlet cloak waves
hooves pound the Appian Way
I answer war’s call.
You don’t know or care
because you never asked what
I do between notes.
If your notes had eyes
you’d see the pain I carry
watch all my struggles.
You’d ask how fares me
send ressaurance my way
you’d give ‘stead of take
My hands squeeze the reins
I’m asking too much of you
you’re not built that way.
Thoughts dwindle with miles
front lines rise up to meet me
gladius in hand.
When your next note comes
it’ll find me broken, bloody
dead on glory’s field
No reassurance
left to give, all of it spent
on dying comrades
When no reply comes
will you regret not asking
or will you send notes
Beg me to write back
break death’s silent seal, grave kept
as I walk heav’n fields.
In silence you’ll sit
unasked questions feast on you
and hollow you out
I won’t even know
no mail in Elysian Fields
no paper to write
No more words dashed off
no winged messengers fly here
no missive heav’n sent.
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I don’t know if the selfish narcissist, can even begin to understand when something like this is being written about and for them. I believe they are impervious to seeing anything beyond their own wants and perceived needs. I agree, that you certainly did get a great poem out of it. Don’t you just love where inspiration comes from? Way to go at turning a negative experience into something wonderful!
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Thank you! It was cathartic but yes, you’re right. As a billboard for change, it doesn’t work not as intended. You are right about inspiration. It pops up in the oddest places! I am glad it does! Life would be boring if it didn’t. 🙂
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You are welcome, my friend! And know that you have support in large numbers as many of us have low to zero tolerance for the selfishly inclined 🙂
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But is a selfish person always selfish or is there someone with whom that person is unselfish? is it possible to be selfish all the time? I wonder these things.
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I believe that the truly selfish is selfish all the time and the world revolves around the ‘me’ complex. I have not evidence to support this, aside from some ‘friendships’ 🙂
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I see so it’s not a sliding scale. Damn. I had hoped there was a light at the end of this tunnel.
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Extremely poignant and beautiful. But your speaker has strength. This note makes the speaker angry and hurt and his friend could break the speaker’s strength, and the friend doesn’t even know it. The friend is selfish and the notes are just about him; he never asks about the speaker and his life.
But the speaker is going into battle. Maybe, the speaker thinks, he is asking too much of his friend to be a better friend then he is… But the friend’s next note won’t reach the speaker, “it can’t break death’s silent seal” and there is no paper in the ” Elysian Fields.” What was unsaid will make the speaker’s friend empty inside. I really loved this and your referances to Greek/Roman mythology and battles. You’re very talented Melinda!
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Thank you! Your analysis is dead on perfect! This poem is for all those who suffer in silence like this. maybe some of those selfish people out there will read this and see themselves in it and change their ways. It takes only a moment to ask how someone is and that one question could change everything for the person who is asked. Thank you again for stopping by!
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Oh my god. I stopped breathing for a split second while reading this.
So many emotions in this one! ! So may ways to look at it and so many more to relate to! Brilliant work !
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Thank you! I know the feeling! I had the same reaction while writing this. This character just took hold of my fingers on the keys and poured out his pain.
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Deeeeep
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Thank you 🙂
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Started my day right here. A powerful piece so sad, but filled with strength.
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Thank you 🙂 I love how it turned out.
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Me too
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😀
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Powerful, raw and oh so real! Totally moved me!
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Thank you 🙂 it came from a raw and bleeding place
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Out of our pain springs our art.
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Yes it does 🙂
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What more can be said…..👏👏👏👏👏Bravo👏👏👏👏👏
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Thank you 🙂
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Mel oh Mel, this is one of your bests and my favourite by you. You just stunned me into silence. Powerful, poignant, hint of anger, tinge of pain, lots of nostalgia, yearning, etc rtc. Could see a plethora of emotions so beautifully weaved together to create a power-packed piece that is bkund to leave yoir readers stunned and gaping in awe of your poetic prowess.
“No two way flow here
just your insecurity
ink captured and sent”
I see this as a conversation the speaker is having with the self. I could be wrong, though.
“Rip them, let wind take
your words to where they belong
confetti breeze tossed”
Frustration and pain at not being responded to.
“Let your selfishness
drift, rain down on someone else
let them piece you back”
Broken and yearning for affirmation perhaps to be told it was you made them whole again.
“You don’t know or care
because you never asked what
I do between notes.”
Oh the pain here of being made to feel unloved.
“If your notes had eyes
you’d see the pain I carry
watch all my struggles.”
Self explanatory.
“When no reply comes
will you regret not asking
or will you send notes”
A lump rose and my eyes got misty here.
“Beg me to write back
break death’s silent seal, grave kept
as I walk heav’n fields”
Longing to be reunited with a loved one.
Mel, breathtaking. Heartbreaking! Absolutely beautiful. Beautiful would be an understatement, truth be told. Your soul bared, you are beautiful.
P.S. My interpretations on the above verses could be wrong, I which case I ask your pardon. And would love to get your insights.
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Thank you for your in-depth analysis. You interpretation is very interesting, close to the mark too. He’s actually talking not about himself but another person who writes only about their drama but never asks anything of him or his life. He feels that friendship is one-sided and he has had enough. He tore up their letters and rode off to do his duty. His friend will never know what became of him because his friend never asked, just assumed.
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There’s a whole novel in these beautiful verses, Mel. Excellent story telling-war, love, heartbreak and death…what more can you ask for?! Addictive from start to finish and thoroughly enjoyed, clever poet 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂 This poem wrote itself; the words just ran into each other, leaping from fingers to page. The story unfurling in my head. I could have written a novella based on it had it not been 1 am and my eyes closing from exhaustion.
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There is pain, yet there is valor. This poem is packed, Mel.
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Thank you, I was airing some grievances. 🙂
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Oh.. I somehow sensed it. 😀
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You are perceptive 🙂
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Yay! THat’s a huge compliment!
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😀
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