Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Mining The Obscure








navel gazing turns distant
sinking inwards
unearthing wormholes existence


while wonder
swirling featherless
mines the obscure


and I'm left wondering
if dark matter matters


if my world is whirling
or if it's me that's swirling

motionless
in the whirlpool of life


trapped circling the absence

of everything and nothing

 
Linking up with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

29 comments:

  1. ooh, i love this one... kind of the way i am feeling these days. great word play and the tension of the contradictions is perfect!

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  2. This feeling of being trapped in darkness sounds uncomfortably familiar.

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  3. trapped. oh man, oh man, oh man just wonderful and true.

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  4. Favorite....love, love the image and the words - sheesh - I relate!

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    1. Thanks Kim, been thinking of you and your son. Hope he's doing ok.

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  5. dark matter is what holds us all together..it makes up a huge portion of space...i wonder at the theory that it is remnants of creation...or the big bang...is it the world moving...or us...that is a good question...

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  6. some interesting questions here... the big mysteries of life and where are we in all this...

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    1. that's what happens when you contemplate your navel :)

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  7. It must be a difficult situation to be in when you don't know if its you or the world swirling ~

    Now that I read your comments about the navel, I am smiling now :-)

    And that imagery is just stunning Kathryn ~

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  8. I understand the feeling! What a cool image, too.

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  9. only been contemplating naval oranges of late. and lint. and that's about the extent of my creative leanings. you make art, too, though - doubly creative - i just resort to sarcasm (as an art form). hmm. maybe that's where my 15 year old gets it... ~

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    1. Funny . . . I've been contemplating navel oranges too. :) Sarcasm is a great art form, Brits are known for it. I actually miss it now that I live in the US because most people don't get it and take you too literally.

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  10. Love this Kathryn. Great questions and navel gazing is good... occasionally.

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    1. Thanks Debi, yes a bit of navel gazing now and then is definitely called for.

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  11. Meditation will do that to you! Going inward often reveals truths beyond the self. Nicely put together.

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  12. Beautifully written and definitely got a sense of confusion from the structure of this poem and the word choice. Searching inside ourselves often brings out a lot of confused ideas.

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  13. Your extrapolation of navel gazing makes for unexpected poetry.

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    1. Thanks Kerry . . . never know where my mind is going to go next.

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  14. Your poem echoes my own thoughts of late, though much more beautifully and coherently worded of course... love it...

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  15. Very visual poem, Kathryn--and all the more effective--this time of year often has that effect on me, too.

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  16. I love writers who are fearless about writing. Your line about dark matter mattering was exquisite to read. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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