constantly, as the notion of being appears before me
i thrive in scrutiny, in observation of the absence of souls to my visible eye
capturing inconsistent thought with inconsistent belief wavering in seconds
as light flickers in nothingness.
she is your life,
she is your moment and yet
she burns no more
the echoes so whisper, but everything i know of it
is fiction
there is no she
there is no gender or person between the fingers of writers and existence
there is but life bursting with heart that coats itself
in dichotomies and thread.
we are silhouettes waiting for birth to flow
from the tips of our fingers painting our faiths,
our belief, our conviction in solidity
in undiluted colors,
in oil.
In thickness that demands attention
not by sight alone
but by touch
by the displacement of skin
and the rendering of body
of pain
this is us
naked to the unknown world
this is us
declaring ourselves
in doubt and in faith.
this is
us.
say what you think.
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I hear and feel in this probing contemplation, Iphios, not only a poet's "declaration of self" as a mercurial and gossamer being, but as a declaration of creativity, whether in words or in paint or both together - the creative, expressive person who barely exists within "inconsistent thought within inconsistent belief" except by the brave act of placing colors and words on paper - and on that paper those ghostly "silhouettes" of selves "flow" into a birth, into some tangible though fragile reality.
And the digging for some hold on "being" is brilliantly expressed with "not by sight alone / but by touch / by the displacement of skin / and the rendering of body / of pain..." - images of the sheer ferocity of self-revelation, trying to conjure up a tangible self, a real being.
And yes, absolutely, "this...is...us", in the mystery of combining, incredibly, "doubt and faith" together, the strangest paradox of all, and a primal paradox that yields truth.
I love your (unusual for you) play with long, long lines as counterpoints to shorter lines; it gives this poem a feel of authentic self-discovery. A helluva good write, again, Iphigene. Another poem of yours that exposes the fundamental spiritual life within flesh and bones.
Later...
Lad. Rewarded 8
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Yes Lad, this is a declaration of the creative self, detached from the mere limits of our physical form. It digs into our being, into who we are minus all the masks we were. This is us..undiluted and naked, along with our faith and our doubts.
I am learning to free myself in creating raggedness of having shorter lines and longer lines. I have realized what it can do and I'm glad you took notice of it. Thanks for dropping by and for always sharing your thoughts.
-iphios
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hey iphios
steeped in the philosohy of, I think therefore I am," but maybe a variation...i feel, i hope, i doubt, therefore i am.
i enjoy your work because it isn't didactic but probing like lets try to figure all this out.
dave. Rewarded 4
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Hi dave,
Poetry has always been an outlet for me to probe and ask. Sometimes i do have answers, most of the time, im still seeking for it. Its good to know that someone appreciates that aspect of my poetry. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
-iphios
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Lad
March 25, 2008