Thursday, March 25, 2010
Word Association, 3 a.m.
by
Maria Kelly
I think of you
here in the inky blackness
separating dusk from
dawn and I listen
to music - REM,
and wonder: am I
losing mine, too?
faith - makes me
feel faint when I start
to question it,
so I just ignore
the issue and
place it, wrap it
contextually, conceptually
within the confusion
and obscurity
of other words:
clamor - am I
making one
for nothing
here in the silent
breathings of
my soul?
sleep - when is
the last time
since you left
that I knew
that blessedness?
or love - which is
something like faith
but is even more
intangible?
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7 comments:
Ah, 3AM. Good subject.
Maria,
The struggles between humans and faith goes deep forever. I really like this poem. The short lines make it move fast but the longer words slow it down enough to sink in. Blackness, contextually, conceptually, blessedness. . . such powerful damn words! :)
Well done and thanks for sharing.
Jim
Powerful.
Those early morning questions about faith after suffering immeasurable loss. The 'whys' of it all.
No answers, yet. No rest for body or soul.
Both cases--faith, love--require a leap.
Love your beautiful poem.
Lovely.
Thanks, guys for the nice comments. You all nailed where my soul was at when I wrote this (and yes, when I finished the rough draft, it was about 3 am) and it sort of is my "Where are you?" question to God because I am suffering and undergoing trials right now. It is difficult and Marisa, you are right. Sometimes it requires us to just shut our eyes and walk right off the ledge. Which is how I responded to getting laid off with this whole college thing.
Powerful words and I see powerful pain, Maria. You respond well to it.
I really enjoyed the pace of your words.. As, Jim said, you slow it down with the larger words. And it seems to soften the thought, as well.
Love it!
Thanks, Cynthia. I'm glad you liked it. :)
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