Malady

On the warmth of my cottony high bunk,

My ragbag, Sea! Sea of my other dimension

I want to stay, play, play like a child

With the waves like fire burn

With the sun’s copper glow

Of the rosy-fingered dawn,

But the rushing, jolting Monday clock

Strike by Strike hastening my feet

To shift and drive; 

I want to hold the moment

A little longer, long enough to recollect

The stupor of the previous night

But the tangerine grove outside

And the teeth of everyday life

Is waiting, Is waiting,

Is waiting for me to light the fire up

Before the waves

The waves of the sun’s golden glow 

Will compass the thin orange clouds

The six degree horizon

The russet sand --

 

Author's Note

Osacar Wilde : “Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways. ”

Image attached is an image of a Civil Dawn.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

these lines hit me especially:
"The stupor of the previous night
But the tangerine grove outside
And the teeth of everyday life"
i am retired now for 11 yrs. but those "teeth of life" still bring my to my senses ... most of us struggle in life .. most of the time but those precious moments of blessing seem to arrive at moments unlooked for; and give us just enough of a boost to keep on truckin' .. thanks for sharing Ms. Belle
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

The world of responsibility awaits and it would be so nice to stay in bed and enjoy the scene outside the window a little longer. The imagery in this one is gorgeous. A lovely write. Lydi**

[gabrielle]

My keyword here is "Monday clock." =)
Who would not want for a longer weekend? when we could just do anything--- sleep until ten (good luck to backache), have a quick getaway outside the city, do some reasonable shopping, eat out, do crazy or interesting stuffs with someone and/or everyone, contemplate or simply be on WC and the list goes on.... But these happy weekends, though short, encourage and give me enough reason to wake up every start of the week . For i feel that the benefits i got to enjoy on weekends are part of the consequences of my daily/monthly toil. Of course, we also got burned out and it's alright to unwind once in a while. Very relatable piece, fabulous belle. =)

[Pax]

teeth of everyday life ~

In life we tend to get drawn too much in work or anything that needs to be done for work or obligation. In the moment our body can’t support the load we tend to missed those times that we are carefree moments in our old life.

I feel like you don’t like Monday mornings, who would right? Perhaps because we all know that is the very first day of the new week of the everyday function we do for society. Perhaps we wait, wait for another spark to make our life more golden like the sunset on the horizon.

The imagery struck me like I am seeing suns glow in my computer screen :D… in all seriousness I really do like this poem. Though I felt the sadness and the heavy feeling of malady in its core, I believed you’ll survive any obstacle that comes in your way my friend. I think you are as strong as your poem. Keep those pen inking. :)

[Sami Khalil]

"I want to hold the moment

A little longer, long enough to recollect

The stupor of the previous night

But the tangerine grove outside

And the teeth of everyday life

Is waiting, is waiting,

Is waiting for me to light the fire up

Before the waves

The waves of the sun’s golden glow



Will compass the thin orange clouds

The six degree horizon

The russet sand --"





A very beautiful poem Miss Belle along with some outstanding imagery. I love how your ( or ours in general ) wants to proplong the cherished moments like with your son watching him grow day by day , counting the suns and the moons to his manhood and in the meantime you are forced happily to fetch for him and make a better life for him which a great sacrifice . Your feet are in two places for you want to touch the horizon one day maybe in a new love and relationship and the other one in reality to make ends meet for a better life. Bravo

[Wolfwind]

This reminds me of the vortex and the epiphany of averages. It goes like this. We are told, by man and by god to walk with all things in moderation. Work, Play, Happiness, Sorrow, Life and Death. All in moderation. It spins around us like a whirlpool, a vortex of moderation. It spins so fast that it creates a force of epiphany around us, akin to a magnetic field. So in reality, as we look out from our eyes, we are seeing the collection of averages, painted upon an infinate horizon. As a result we become a super charged point of energy that has a physical manifestation pressed onto us, which we call a body.

The point of that was to perhaps blossom the idea that even though there are things without that must be done, that makes a reality where an equal amount of things must be done on the inside so that balance can be maintained.

I'm not really sure where that all came from.... but it seemed appropriate. =)

On the note of what you had scribbed, I really enjoyed it and the word woven imagery certainly set off some sort of chain reaction in my mind.

Thanks for sharing new ink!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Oh, how the moments we cherish,
flicker like a candle's flame,
in the restless current,
that surrounds our,
daily lives.
Thanks.
Bye!

[Belle]

When life beckons we cannot do but go...Why bye? Are you leaving the site?

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Not to leave for good my dear, nor to shed a goodbye tear. Only to continue the line of the words as they recede to the left of the page. As the light from the flickering candle gently fades away. I like to play with shapes.

[Belle]

Alright. Okay, I get it now. I do not know why I exactly missed the point : the message and the form, but yes they make sense to me now. And yes like a candle you brought light here with this exchange. I am smiling... :)

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I was being silly, but am glad it brought a smile.

[Belle]

And I was so serious...Thanks again for being here. I do visit your cactus every now and then...

[kris reed]

I like the repetition of words, it builds the excitement and power of them. Also, I think you might mean "lite" or "light" and not "lit". Good job!

[Belle]

Thank you for tapping me with that mistake. It is light, you are correct. Thank you.