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Sunday 20 April 2014

Poem: Incised moon



black thoughts in ambush
like ashes in the snow scatter
burying new roots at sea
to chase the future waves
and wonder how they will bend
time embodies many different faces
as it haunts us in our slumber
our feet running faster than fear
towards that everlasting light
yet there is a scream locked
deep inside this memory house
a heavy weight suppressing
the heart asking for pleasure
- sorrow sleeps with it
what makes you listen?
your mind incised like the moon
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Written as a prompt by NaPoWriMo day #19.

12 comments:

  1. indeed so very difficult to step slowly or faster towards that everlasting light....the last line is a beauty...

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  2. as it haunts us in our slumber
    our feet running faster than fear

    Great word craft here! I like the expressions! Nicely Natasa!

    Hank

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  3. the scream locked in the memory house is a cool line...you def have to watch out for those memories that lay in wait for us...def a cool last line....

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  4. I specially like this part:

    yet there is a scream locked
    deep inside this memory house
    a heavy weight suppressing

    A challenge to face the future when we are held down by emotional baggage ~ Good one ~

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  5. So many of my favourite things in this poem: the snow, the sea, the moon.. all conspire to create an amazing atmosphere, off-set by the very human scream.

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  6. "memory house" - those two words together are magical, Nataša. Sleep does make us vulnerable. A beautiful piece of writing. Always a pleasure reading your words.

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  7. WOW! So powerful! Riveting, the image of the "scream locked deep inside this memory house....sorrow sleeps with it"....and then you bring it home with "your mind incised like the moon". Brilliant, Natasa.

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  8. wow, such haunting and magical imagery.
    sometimes, emotional baggage is so hard to put down or discard.

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  9. The moon has certainly done something to my mind.

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  10. Indeed time embodies many different faces and before we know, it will change again. Beautiful last line Natasa.. :)

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