Now, they are dust
blown to the four winds
that toss the boughs of trees
and ripple spiders' webs
in hidden corners.
Their language is obsolete
to we, the deaf,
who can no longer hear
beyond our tablet speakers
nor see beyond our phone screens
to where they dwell in ether.
Yet, they are ever watchful
as they wait to reawaken in us the old ways
through our names' syllables
and in our dreams,
where conscious trivia has no place
and awareness no constraints.
Today, it is only here they can reach us,
through abstract image and metaphor...
and make us whole once more.
Wonderful piece and a very apt image.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, "B"!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a Fabulous (if somewhat stormy!) Sunday!! :)
Bom dia, linda homenagem aos heróis da guerra que foram marcantes na historia,
ReplyDeleteBom domingo
AG
Many thanks, AG!
DeleteAnd wishing you a fabulous Sunday too.:))
I'd smile at the image this piece invoke.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteHave a great Sunday, my friend.:))
I wonder how many could list ancestors beyond 2 generations back. Do people really care? beyond the screen of their phone or tablet, even really about a generation back? Me thinks we have lost the importance of understanding where we came from.
ReplyDeleteVery few, I imagine (myself included) have any knowledge of our ancestors beyond our grandparents. Quite sad really. I keep promising myself I will begin researching mine...but then more pressing occupations always seem to take precedence...:/
DeleteOne day, though...
Many thanks, "X" :)
Beautiful and touching, dearest Ygraine.
ReplyDeleteWho we are and where we come from is something that should be given more thought. I know that because we have researched our family tree that we know of some of our past~
Hugs & Love
xoxoxo
Oh how you put me to shame, dearest Jan...it must be so fascinating to have that knowledge.
DeleteYou have well and truly inspired me...
Thank you so much!
Much Love & Hugs xoxoxo
I love these lines and your layered meanings throughout:
ReplyDelete"Their language is obsolete"
"to where they dwell in ether"
"as they wait to reawaken in us the old ways
through our names' syllables"
You are an excellent poet.
Oh wow...thank you so much for your kind words...I appreciate more than words can express...:)
DeleteAnd many thanks for visiting.:))
Profound observation of the neglected past, and distractions getting more of the attention.. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeletePerhaps it's just me becoming bored with technology...*smiles*...and seeking something more profound!
DeleteMany thanks, Anthony.:))
Bello poema, ellos siempre son nuestros vigilantes.
ReplyDeleteYes, I believe that too, Boris!
DeleteMany thanks, my friend.:))
I admire the direction of this poem. When we dream of those whose lives preceded ours, it does appear a part of our minds --something to which all time is one moment-- that is not entirely conscious, is expressing itself in metaphor. I wake and remember as best I can and feel some communication occurred. I hope these spirits wake in their own mornings, their own lives, and feel they've touched the future.
ReplyDeleteI really suspect they do, Geo.
DeleteI remember some years ago having an extremely vivid dream, that seemed much more than a dream, in which I found myself many years in the future. I was suffering some kind of past life trauma and was in a hospital being treated by doctors.
One of them began hypnotizing me...and the last words I heard were, "You will now return to the deep and distant past"...and I immediately awoke in my bed, in the present time.
The whole "experience" seemed SO real...
Many thanks.:))
Very profound and touching, Ygraine. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteVery profound and touching, Ygraine. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteOh thank you, Linda...you are so kind! :)
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I loved this indeed, I wonder when we'll open up, before it's too late, profound, dramatic, beautiful write dear Ygraine xxxooo
ReplyDeleteOh I hope we can, Sweetie...wouldn't it bring so much more meaning to our lives?
DeleteI really, really must find the time to trace mine...soon!
This poem was prompted by the discovery of an old family photo in the attic...
Thank you so much, my dear friend.:)
Love & Hugs xoxoxo
I should have been visiting here years ago - i love your writings.
ReplyDeletethis particular speaks to me today:
Yet, they are ever watchful
as they wait to reawaken in us the old ways
through our names' syllables
and in our dreams,
where conscious trivia has no place
and awareness no constraints.
beautiful!
Oh Sandy...I really don't know what to say - only thank you...from the depths of my heart!
DeleteYour kind words truly mean so much...:))
Wonderful, splendid, eloquent word artistry!! I love it all, but especially the last verse. Thank you for your kind comment on my old blog...this link is where I'm actively blogging now. I'm delighted our paths have crossed.
ReplyDeleteCan't tell you how delighted I am too!
DeleteI will visit your blog in a moment...am so looking forward to that.
And thank you so much for your more than kind comment...:))
Impresiona.... Curiosa imagen.... Un abrazo desde Murcia....
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Alp...
DeleteAnd a Big hug back! :)
Some of us are so deeply controlled by >repetition<, that >unawareness of brain control.<
ReplyDelete__Last night, though not watching, I was overcome by the sounds of TV ads; repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat... and more repetition_!
__I stepped outside to the crickets songs, again I was overcome. Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat... and more repetition_!
__My guess is you know where I stayed and listened.
"Beyond our tablet speakers," "Beyond our phone screens" "Awareness has no constraints" > Imagination, inspired by that, that was <.
in the dark
the crickets say what was
tomorrow
__Sorry to take so much space "Y", I just loved your true verse_! _M
Oh please don't apologize for taking a little space, Doug...it is wonderful to to read these words...and find another who feels as I do!
DeleteThank you so, so much...:))
Incredible and such a powerful and visual poem.
ReplyDeleteThis love very very much.
Bravo! and two-thumbs way up!
:)
P.S Stop by my page. I posted a new poem yesterday that I think you'll find interesting to read. Especially since I came up with 3 words that I invented.
Check it out.
Oh thank you so much, Charlie...I truly appreciate that!
DeleteYes, I will definitely check out your page...:))