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Sunday, 5 January 2014

Poem: Waking up giants

dark clouds with rain
have been clogging the night
but you believe the daytime
will scatter them away
yet when you gaze at the possible future
a certain feeling of unease washes you over
like a fire in the stomach
that no amount of water will put out
watching monsters grow out of their shape
as you count sheep,
but some idea won't let you sleep
yet you can't find out,
how to write it down
the fear soon catches your eyes – so alienated
in the city of skyscrapers
there is no place like home
down the fountain of dreams
you dropped a torch
bumping against the walls of caged reality
casting beams, distorting dreams, waking up giants
the ground on which we roam
cracking from underneath
steps we take between tragedy and comedy
every heart a lonely survivor -
a beholder who knows the essence
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26 comments:

  1. Oh, this was so good, Nataša. I've had nights like these.

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  2. Your imagery suggests the unknown fears we struggle against. We tread lightly in fear of waking the giants.

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  3. I know this feeling, you have described it well :)

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  4. "every heart a lonely survivor -a beholder who knows the essence" so true.. :) Beautiful write Natasa!

    Best wishes
    Ankita

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  5. ...every heart a lonely survivor --- i like that.... the whole piece seemed like a familiar scene most of us used to have...smiles

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  6. Steps are taken between comedy and tragedy a life commentary

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  7. You have we really captured feelings well in this poem, Natàsa. Sometimes the unease is overpowering. But the heart finds a way. Yes, the heart IS a survivor.

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  8. It's too good a poem. Yes, we often feel uneasy about what the future is going to be and in the end it's often every man for himself.

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  9. i was thinking more along the lines of things we do not respect...the great giant being the earth itself awakening to swat us for abusing her...

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  10. This is so evocative, Natasa ... really brings out some strong feelings of fear and uneasiness even the rain can't wash away sometimes. Lovely imagery as always :)

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  11. I have too many nights like this, choked with ideas yet desperate to sleep.

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  12. you put those dark hours of the night into powerful words... well done...

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  13. I specially like this line too : every heart a lonely survivor ~ Happy Sunday ~

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  14. Nice "capture" of the experience ...flight in dreams teaches me to land softly. :-)
    ZQ

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  15. What a wonderful and amazing poem. I love the "waking up giants" and, especially, every heart "a beholder who knows the essence". Glorious writing.

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  16. I find the title is perfect! One thing we certainly do not care to do is wake up giants. A situation I could definitely identify with.

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  17. steps we take between tragedy and comedy
    every heart a lonely survivor -
    a beholder who knows the essence


    These lines just stayed with me--so many times we hide our internal struggles or bury them somewhere---lovely capture of this feeling for me--

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  18. bumping against the caged walls of reality that is a powerful image..I enjoyed your poem..

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  19. Natasa,

    We all would hope that those giants would continue to rest, undisturbed. Dreams can take us in all directions.
    Eileen

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  20. Vivid words make for vivid feelings...we can all relate,

    Elizabeth

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  21. It's the big ideas that are scariest but that the world needs/seeks. Just because they're giant doesn't make them monstrous. I guess we just have to be careful which ones we awaken.

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