…inspired by a prompt at Sunday Scribblings, this is essentially a spontaneous first draft of a piece I’ve written featuring a current ‘self’ talking to a past ‘self’ seeking union as a better future ‘self’…
…I will continue to edit this work in place here until I am satisfied with it…
…here is edit #1 in which I create a one-on-one conversation between ‘past self’ (bold) and current ‘self’ (italics) – the original draft of the piece follows this edit #1…
Union
edit #1 draft
•
there is a darkness
slinking
in the corridors of yesterday
you have known its presence
encountered its essence
felt its grip
it frightens me
because it is me
a bygone you
but it frightens me
because it is
because it is so devious
debilitating
all-consuming
if granted license
it lurks in shadow
collecting
collecting the dark matter
that steals into my life
it bleeds into my heart
all the grief
the pain
all the terror
that had ensnared me
in times of weakness
the empty blackness
that had enshrouded you
it has found a corner
of my soul
in which to hide
to sulk
to secure a foothold
like an awful seed
taking root
here it dwells
it seeks to grow
but now restrained
in this
your time of strength
kept in check
by your decent self
by our self
our decent self
that loves
encourages
supports
that embraces possibility
your sacred self
that has bid me come
that now fosters our empowerment
my inner-dwelling light
does not always shine
so bright
does not always hold sway
nor control
my inner darkness
but my inner darkness
has great cunning
powerful influence
it is
at times
quite un-containable
your darkness
has fed upon the horror
visited upon you
the betrayal
the abuse
the unthinkable loss
that has compounded
and festered
that has become animate
as if an entity
unto itself
it has gripped
and driven me
to be distraught
despaired
vengeful
unforgiving
driven you
in years gone by
to a perverse
unholy
bitterness
you were wholly unable
to fend off
the clutches
of that malevolence
it was
on occasion
far easier for me
even desirable
to succumb
to the dark forces
that promised relief
you were falsely enticed
by imagined satisfaction
but you now know
yes
I know now
there is no quick release
from the pain
from the sorrow
it is an inherent component of life
you must endure
we must endure
together
and be tempered invincible
by our endurance
fired in the crucible of our resistance
but
the inner-dwelling darkness
will ever seduce
its tug is powerful
I pray
here tonight
that you stay with me
move forward with me
into the light
of a new day
of fresh possibility
but I am swept
from time to time
by bittersweet memory
of those who’ve gone
easily overwhelmed
by the sorrow of my loss
our loss
I’m haunted by my misdeeds
so I pray
that you now stand
evermore at my side
our backs turned to the darkness past
I pray it does not sense
that you and I
are vulnerable
does not prey upon
my lingering distress
that falls shadow-like
across our soul
that veils
my resolve
your courage
I pray
that the black void
does never again
birth the despair
the rage
that has beseiged you
my other
your alter
your angry past self
that I so fear
shoulder to shoulder
heart to heart
we now stand in union
to welcome the dawn
of our reawakening
together as one
to become the single soul
that awaits
just over our horizon
listen
it calls to us
• • •
original draft
•
there is a darkness
slinking in your past
concealed in the corridors of yesterday
you have known its presence
encountered its essence
felt its grip
it frightens you
because it is you
a bygone you
it frightens me
because it is
because it is
so very devious
sinister
debilitating
all-consuming
if granted license
it lurks in shadow
collecting
collecting the dark matter
that steals into your life
bleeds into my heart
all the grief
failure
pain
all the terror
that had ensnared you
in times of weakness
all the empty blackness
that had befallen you
that has found a corner
of our soul
in which to hide
to sulk
to secure a foothold
like an awful seed
taking root
here it seeks to grow
here it dwells
now manacled and restrained
in this
our time of strength
kept in check
by our decent self
our self that loves
encourages
supports
that embraces possibility
my sacred self
that has bid you come
to be nurtured
that now fosters our empowerment
but
my inner-dwelling light
does not always shine
so bright
does not always hold sway
nor control
our inner darkness
our inner darkness
has great cunning
powerful influence
it is
at times
quite un-containable
this darkness
that has fed
upon the horror
that has been visited upon us
the betrayal
the abuse
the unthinkable loss
that has compounded
and festered
that has become animate
as if an entity
unto itself
that has gripped
and driven you
distraught
despaired
vengeful
unforgiving
driven you
in years gone by
to a perverse
unholy
bitterness
wholly unable
to fend off
the clutches
of this malevolence
it was
on occasion
far easier for you
even desirable
to succumb
to the dark forces
that promised relief
falsely enticed
with imagined satisfaction
but you now know
there is no quick release
from the pain
from the sorrow
that is an inherent component of life
you must endure
we must endure
together
and be tempered invincible
by our endurance
steadfast
fired in the crucible of resistance
but
the inner-dwelling darkness
will ever seduce
its tug is powerful
I pray
here tonight
that you stay with me
move forward with me
into the light
of a new day
of fresh possibility
we are swept
from time to time
by bittersweet memory
of those who’ve gone
we can be overwhelmed
by the sorrow of our loss
haunted by our misdeeds
but I pray
that you now stand
evermore at my side
back turned to the darkness past
I pray it does not sense
that you and I
are vulnerable
does not prey upon
your lingering distress
that falls shadow-like
across our soul
that veils
your resolve
our courage
I pray
that the black void
does never again
birth the despair
the rage
that has begotten you
my other
my alter
my angry past self
that I so fear
shoulder to shoulder
heart to heart
we now stand in union
to face the dawn
of our reawakening
together as one
to become the single soul
that awaits
just over our horizon
listen
it calls to us
• • •
rob kistner © 2009
Powerful! It will be even better after weeding a little in the second draft.
i envy you the ability to write poetry…
I can certainly feel the struggle going on there, and I like the way it moves back and forth between the two selves, and the way, as the poem moves forward, the two selves are in tune more often, and begin to talk about ‘we’.
I’m sure when you’ve done editing, this will be an even more powerful piece.
awesome stuff rob… minimalistically speaking
It’s a good poem, but I’m more into poetry in the victorian period (although I don’t write like it) and I only like poetry that rhymes
Granny –
Thank you! 😉
A lot revealed itself in the essentially spontaneous first — so I’m going to let this one speak to me a number of times over the next several months…
…rob
quin –
Thank you, but you needn’t envy me – we all have our joys… 😉
…rob
Jay –
I appreciate your kind and considered words. 😉
Something inside is speaking to me, so I must listen. This one will be a extended journey of love and introspection…
…rob
Benjamin –
Thank you… 😉
…rob
eckosama –
you have a very ambitious vision for your poetry — do not lose sight of it… 😉
Also, sometimes I write rhyme as well, if it comes comfortably, and moves cohesively — not forced. You should not close yourself to free verse poetry, you will miss the voice of some great work by many spectacular poets.
As you mature, free verse may begin to speak to you more and more — keep reading and writing poetry…
…rob