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Life Takes Off His Mask

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and my normalcy stands naked

against alien stars

and virgin skies

earth speaks of simpler things

in archaic tongues as

cinders of the commonplace

lie blatantly at my feet

She offers me seeds I don’t remember

I plant them in empty gardens

unbeaten paths

timeless, rich soils, untouched

by my aching body, my weary mind

I kick the ashes

desperate to stir the life I knew

but ashes fade fast

into the light

 

 

 

Written for Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub in response to a quote by Mizuta Masahide

“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon”

In these unfamiliar times, as pieces of our regular life break away, what do you see?

Share your own personal epiphanies in a poem. Doors open at 3 p.m. I am pleased to be your host.

 

 

 

 

24 responses »

  1. A stunning poem, Mish, with a title that hooked me and took me right into the imagery of the opening lines. I love the lines:
    ‘She offers me seeds I don’t remember
    I plant them in empty gardens
    unbeaten paths
    timeless, rich soils, untouched…’

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  2. Yes, like Kim, I enjoyed the images in those lines.

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  3. I like how you found those seeds… maybe when all has changed the seeds we sow these days are the ones that will change us forever.

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  4. Glenn A. Buttkus

    We are beginning to grasp the reality that every person in every corner of the world is held captive by the same murderous brigand. And when some of us emerge, this will be a changed world. We’ll have to make A trillion tons of lemonade it seems.

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  5. I love the title and your words are profound.

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  6. Hope is the light that will carry us through these dark times. (That and good dose of common sense.)

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  7. Very well done Mish. Life as we knew it seems to be going up in smoke very quickly.
    cinders of the commonplace
    lie blatantly at my feet

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  8. Rich imagery, fertile soil for new beginnings. Ash is a wonderful source of nourishment for growing things.

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  9. I like the ending about ashes fading fast.

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  10. A stunning poem of revelation and a rebirth 🥰

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  11. From normalcy stands naked to ashes fade fast into the light…awesome!

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  12. that first line says it all (K)

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  13. Whoa. Your words have me speechless. This is good.
    We are all scuffling through the cinders of the commonplace, stirring ashes. These days.

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  14. a sorting of the seeds so to speak, really delightful poem!

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  15. kaykuala

    I kick the ashes
    desperate to stir the life I knew

    One may have to continually revisit to ensure it is in working order. That seems to be the order of the day, Mish! Good narration!

    Hank

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  16. Luv the image of planting seeds in this time of peril, oh that we may harvest a new better set of life’s crops

    Much❤love

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  17. Good use of imagery from nature

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  18. “and my normalcy stands naked

    against alien stars

    and virgin skies”

    I love this opening as a continuation of your title. Great visuals throughout.

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  19. I love how you depict the vulnerability of the time, the standing naked. Stunning, Mish!

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  20. Breathtakingly evocative and heartrending. I can feel the grief of one holding on to time and life as it slips through one’s grasp. Wonderful!

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  21. Those forgotten seeds planted in empty gardens…. love the imagery of this ❤️

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