Writings

Writings
Miscellaneous Writings and Musings

Maelstrom

Maelstrom
A genie and her rock band

(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

Steal Tomorrow
Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

My Books and Stories

My Books and Stories
Where to Buy, Read, Download

Figments

I would know my data,
know my limits,
know this moment
where a fragile detente holds;
holds me close,
holds me harmless,
holds all the little pieces in
together,
all for one,
all for you,
no heroic effort needed,
just a little discipline,
and patience.

The time is past for tears;
soul-stealing remnants
of a uselessly tender heart
that would fly away to safety
(safe from harm)
(safe from you)
at the sight of any signal
that the past is yet to come.

For though I cast
my yarrow sticks
upon this muddy ground,
I still can't parse the meaning
of what prophets won't foretell.
Gazing into crystal balls
yields no sublime new clues,
and so now comes the tricky bit:
trust in you
trust in me
trust in things I cannot see.

There is no ground
beneath our feet,
and maybe that's okay,
for what we thought was solid
was never there at all.

This is a Sunday Whirl post. Write your own and join the fun!

12 comments:

Stan Ski said...

Experience lets us feel it, whether it's there or not...

February 24, 2013 at 3:06 AM
vivinfrance said...

Absolutely beautiful - your poem tells a story.

February 24, 2013 at 3:15 AM
oldegg said...

I don't think I have seen detente used in poetry before. I wonder whether the tears shed for love tend someone elses waters it and lets theirs grow?

February 24, 2013 at 4:30 AM
jaerose said...

Maybe not having ground beneath your feet makes you fly higher..seek out the best bits of data..fly in code..

February 24, 2013 at 7:54 AM
Jules said...

This reminds me of dreaming - were I have yet to feel my feet touch the ground. I would not have thought of that if it were not for the song that stated '...in dreams your feet never touch the earth.'

I would like to think that some 'fictitious detritus' is pleasing.

http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/02/sw-97-winged-messenger.html

February 24, 2013 at 9:47 AM
nan said...

Fantastice. I read it 3x through for the enjoyment of the structure and cadence - and thoughts. Figments, eh? Nicely done.

February 24, 2013 at 9:53 AM
Emma Major said...

never there at all hey, what is really real, how will we ever know?

February 24, 2013 at 11:08 AM
Veronica Roth said...

Nicely whirled Ann. I need that discipline and patience too. :)

February 24, 2013 at 12:52 PM
Robyn Greenhouse said...

Nicely written!

February 24, 2013 at 4:27 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Trust is a good thing. No ground beneath your feet? So what? Sometimes we find ourselves standing on air. Well, floating above the ground at any rate. Just don't trust a sleaze bag.

February 25, 2013 at 10:01 AM
Jazzbumpa said...

At first I thought this might be hopeful, but the last few words dashed that idea.

This prompt seems to lead to expressions of futility

JzB

February 25, 2013 at 12:54 PM
Tumblewords: said...

Ah, I love this - there is no truth like good fiction or vice versa.

February 25, 2013 at 10:08 PM