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the Heart is Meat
by Marina DawnEvery time I love I go back in time.
Every kiss takes place in a room of my past,
Where I loved someone else. My life is a constant betrayal
of the thing at hand. How does sorrow yield joy? Burrow so deep into one thing
And risk entering another. Give me a shovel and I will dig
Until I reach a land whose language rises like a garbled music.
It is a feeling like loss. If I could control it
I might go back. This must be a product of shock. One feeling
Is the physical heart of meat; the other its echo, ache.
Go ahead and think of them as opposites.
One world is the world I live in and one is a dream.
But the mind is so subtle. The dream world shades the waking one,
The waking one shades the dream.
I feel what I feel, always shadow.
If I want to remember the history of this thing as it happened
I must realize that nothing happens as it happens.
Even memorized, the room is more a symbol than a room.
The truth of a room is that it contains. A room could be a body.
In that, it holds comfort and danger. A room could be a cup
Filled with cold milk. The point is
A room stands in. When I kiss you I kiss you through my past.
Shadow might be evidence of sunlight meeting solid,
But the play of opposites is a play of things connected;
Play is true--opposite falls short.
Fine, the body is a room but it is a room of webs;
The way I arrive at joy is by following through.
What I mean gets lost if it is different than what I do.
I live in a body cast by my memory.
What does evidence prove? 05/03/2006 Posted on 05/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 Marina Dawn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/04/06 at 02:20 AM Well, its impossible to get rid of the word experience through which we experience. Besides, every word experience has visuals associated to it and our mind will bring it to fore owing to the associatedness.What are we after all, if not a collection of associations/impressions and suggestions, all kind of, many contradicting them selves.
This poem reveals a depth, a certain sixth sense of what is. Your question is a proof of your realizations, or at least your sense that something is amiss in going 'back'...you have a sense of the subtlety of the line between dream and the less subective reality of the moment, the present. I SEE what you are sensing...how can one "live in a body cast by my memory" and call this ME? It's a realization. Powerful.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/04/06 at 04:02 AM I like following you through this thought process - "I live in a body cast by my memory". What am I, really? Very thought provoking. |
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