these days my brain
is incessant solitaire…
it flips present moment
into bits and pieces
through a shuffled time
no matter…luck of the draw…
my flimsy card slip apprehension
plays sequential consequence of now
with all time wasted…scattered to a table
where a three dimensioned plane
is littered with distraction
oh…there is no damnation…none
somewhere beyond this sphere
that pulls upon me…holds me down
spreads immensity of space
where stars collapse and recombine
in chaos of a deep design
I cannot think to think
Artwork by Salvador Dali
17 thoughts on “soul I tear”
Perfect fit of art and words. Beautiful.
Very thoughtful of you to say so. Thank you. Smile.
The last stanza Bonnie…the rhyming is so beautiful
I appreciate knowing you think so, Jana. Always smiles…
Within the whole universe and considering its immensity, it’s hard to think. Beautiful poem, Bonnie.
Thank you, Sharon. Poetry is getting harder for me to write these days, so whenever my always valued readers reply, it is very meaningful to me. Smiles…
We tell a story about God, that God is fractured into shards of light scattered all over the world, and it is up to us humans to put it back together. Literally, we must repair the world. I loved reading this one again.
Not sure about the whole idea of “soul.” Seems to be a popular theme in poetry. Wish I understood it better.
time to gather the cards, make a stack, cut in two, flick them shuttered together, then spray them all over the table – face up, face down – a different solitaire …
Ah then…and scry the chaos…amazed. Thank you for commenting so cogently, Mark. Smiles…
… ALWAYS ‘scry the chaos’
i admire the ambition of the poem in taking the reader from the prosaic game of solitaire to a place where “stars collapse and recombine/ in chaos of a deep design.” (wonderful lines.) and the poem realizes the ambition beautifully. i also admire the courage of a persona who faces alone our world and the violent universe.
Always, I value the affirmation in your comments. Smile…
I don’t have the poetic words to describe the richness of this poem but I loved it!
That’s all I need to hear, dear Nancy.
That last line … yes, it is like that. 🙂 Thank you for your wonderful words.