Cathedrals' Shadow
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Cathedrals' Shadow
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I do not know anything about poems and literature. but you are an artist in that matter.
I congratulate you for your progress in this that you like so much.
In my case I have been thinking a bit, a few days ago I had another experience of narcosis and I see that now I am more sencible, will it be due to the lack of fat or liquor in my body?
I think this is my favorite poem of yours so far. A couple lines stopped my read. I wanted to let them sound in my head, then re-read them again. Sips of the gases, harry over carrion, and the penny teetering at the end. Really wonderful stuff.
Thank you @geke. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and a really appreciate your thoughtful feedback. I wrote this poem at a time in my life when the shadows of the cathedral and the heartbeat of the Liverpool city streets were weighing heavy on me. It was edited/re-written earlier today and I guess I needed that separation of time to do it justice. The core images remained untouched in the editing process, which seems to be quite a common thing when I take previous works which I didn't feel happy publishing years ago. I have a bunch of poems like this, that are half finished or unpolished. I see this wonderful creative drive that steemit has given me, as a massive opportunity to rework them to a publishable standard. That's the way I'm looking at it anyway. Also, I have written more poems in the last 6 months than I did in the previous 2 years before that. Many thanks for all your encouragement and help in the past and with workshops 🙂
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Wonderful poem
Cheers @tattoodjay. I'm glad you enjoyed it buddy :)
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teeter tether,
at the cusp of straining purpose.
the ink feather strikes back
Ha ha @buttcoins. The pen really is mightier than the sword even when the tether teeters on the edge of a drains drop 😜 ✎ 😜
Wow Raj! This is incredible. It really moved me. You paint such a vivid picture with these words, thank you!
Glad you enjoyed the poem @jrhughes. Also it's very satisfying to hear it moved you, that's one of the best reactions that poetry can evoke. I found a kind of quite sadness in writing this, an Ecstacy of the Impermanence of experience. I can't quite explain it. All the images in this poem are from things I saw when I lived in the Georgian quarter of Liverpool literally in the shadow of the cathedral. I miss that place :-) thanks for your visit and comment
I like this, @raj808, how you are able to make everything speak for you and echo an inner/spiritual condition - discarded pizza, purposeless penny, uncertain - teetering
I think of Wilde's aphorism about how 'we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.'
I wish for you/the poem's protagonist that they continue down Hope street, and towards the promise of those unceasing bells: Renewal.
Peace, brother
Thanks @yahialababidi. This poem is a reflection of my university years, when I felt a strange kind of duality in myself. On the one hand I was studying creative writing, pursuing a dream I had long held. But at the same time was recovering from a long period of depression. I was swinging between deep lows and immeasurable highs as I imagined future paths which could lead anywhere, all the while struggling with old modes of negative thought. This comes over in the imagery of this poem I think quite well. It was a time of great hope but I was so used to hopelessness at the time. You'll be glad to hear that I still walk down hope street regularly which is the street that links the two cathedrals in Liverpool 🙂
Thanks, for sharing all that - I better understand what my Cohen piece meant to you, now.
As an artist and person I, too, struggle with that duality, but am relieved to say with less intensity, now, in relation to my college ‘daze’.
Onwards, upwards!
This is beautiful, and nice pics too!
Many thanks @uniwhisp. I love this kind of bitter sweet poetry where there is a kinda sad beauty. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem m8
Man after my own heart. :)