no doors in walls to Keep out fear just: Look and See, but no walls there... once structures, now Convulsing lines there's Is, there's Was, less timeless rhymes no what, no I, but only Am Am Flail for textures; Whisper, "damn..." unbearable, Am's Feels Are Galled Walled in, Crawling, no space at all! nouns swiftly Twisting into verbs Think straight! no theater left to Be absurd Am Think, Think Knows, and on it Goes... and then: Am Start. "Do Are Suppose?" Are Could Aid Am by Opening... the... the... constantly Creaking th...ing? Are Know... what... Am... Am Trying to Say... dear, Grab the Turns and Pull that... way... Hope Looks; Look Sees; See Steps; Step Lands- Am find myself in Are's... dear hands? hands warm... Hands firm, Hands' Form confirms Convulsions slow; Walls' Lines conform... are... You... am I... I... feared I'd die before I... held You one last Time... I... want... to say... I've come to see... That... You and I... We'll al...ways... be...
- I wrote this in Nov. ’20, inspired by two fellow blogger-poets: Joni & João-Maria, as you can see above. (For those who are not very familiar with Internet slang, ‘H/T’ means ‘hat tip’, kinda like – ‘I tip my hat to you, Ma’am.’) My poem includes segments of both these writers’ works:
- From Joni, I took the line: “no doors in walls to keep out fears”.
- From João-Maria, I took the line: “this unbearable structure of convulsing lines”.
- The combination of the lines I borrowed from these two poems led my thinking in a surreal direction, as you can see… In my mind’s eye, I was imagining what it would be like if reality started to convulse and fears could no longer be kept at bay.
- Also, I no longer recall what led me to this particular idea, but this piece was written as a personal experiment, in that I composed it, imagining a dimension in which all nouns somehow turn into verbs… Essentially, I was playing with language here, deliberately not using nouns in the poem.
- The perspective of the poem was meant to be that of somebody at death’s proverbial door, losing touch with reality, a near-death experience in which the physical world melts away.
- I’m re-posting this today for d’Verse ‘Open Link Night’… I had a lot of fun imagining and writing it. And, reading it now, some 10 months later, I find myself enjoying it and my recollections of the creative process that led to its formation.
60 thoughts on “Am, Are, or: Always”
Extreme convulsions of emotion, thought, mirrored in words that fracture or pull apart, then, in the end, pull together. Language is a gift that you don’t waste in any sense of the word.
🧡💛 Dora 💛🧡
I read it as an exercise with the absurdities of language–playing with words, which you are so good at. I imagine death’s door will leave us speechless. (K)
😘🤗 Kerfe 🤗😘
Really enjoyable read! It reminded me of a favourite comic book quote “verbing weirds language”. Calvin (Bill Watterson)
Thanks! I’d never heard of that book, Kate ❤
Poetry is definitely your experimental drug and we your willing accomplices. ❤️
The addiction is definitely getting worse by the day!
Some addictions last a lifetime. And sorry WP is not a de-addiction centre but an addiction centre. 😅
An incredibly best read for me👏👏
☺️ Thanks, Jeremy ☺️
You have such a lively creative mind – ‘nouns swiftly turning into verbs’! Wonderful!
😘 Marion 😘
the main feelngs i get from this is fear and confuson. fera of what is coming and confusion of how it is coming. great writing. it has given my sluggish brain a good workout.
Vivid imagination of “self” finding “self”, “self” acknowledging “self” and confronting the fear of death, holding hands together, at the door of death. Hope when the time comes to meet the creator, we pass through that door without fear of death or being alone.
BTW not trying to connect dots or force a connection, but coincidentally yesterday I penned down a poem on “Death” :D. A stroke of poetic serendipity, I suppose 🙂
That’s some terrific imagery, Joe… and I love your drawing too!
Thanks David .. 🙂
thank you too 🙂
such a great poem about fears! fears jumbling and confusion. it was a pleasure reading this!
Hope Looks; Look Sees; See Steps; Step Lands”
🥰 Kunjal 🥰
Your word play is seriously delightful! The ending is perfection as it turns into a love poem almost in spite of itself!
💘 Muri 💘
You are a wonderful linguist! Way beyond me for sure! You really took this one for a spin!
💝 Dwight 💝
As I was reading your poem David, I felt it haunting, jerking, and intense. I was hooked immediately. It was wonderful. I am glad you took us through the process at the end. I am in awe, as usual.
💗 Lauren 💗 and you are kind, as usual