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Poetry of the Haunted Mind

Updated on November 28, 2014
The Whispers are Veiled, by Valioza
The Whispers are Veiled, by Valioza

Exploring the Craft of Poetry

Metaphor: a figure of speech which makes an implicit, implied or hidden comparison between two things or objects that are poles apart from each other but have some characteristics common between them. In other words, a resemblance of two contradictory or different objects is made based on a single or some common characteristics.

A Secret Death

I cannot live with this secret
So I will die with it
As I have
But none the sooner

When I wade the wide and shallow sea
Of society – the undertow and tide
Tear my peace – I tread too deep

No one hints or has to ask
The question kindling here
So clear my fearing fire
Burns dear

Still within my mother’s womb
I ne’er dare press
For fear the blood-wall’s break
If not her blood, what would I breathe?

I am molded by the fingers of the past
Out of the clay of life
Created anew each present moment
Living bone from death’s rib

Yet I die with each tick of time
I cringe with each unspoken line
Lie to keep my secret
Die to seek my past

A Very Lonely Girl by MEX-Ciudadano
A Very Lonely Girl by MEX-Ciudadano

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Contradiction

This contradiction in terms that is my life
A living death of loneliness
Yearning for friendship
Alone, singled out by fear

Hope in the face of hopelessness
Wakes me each day to sleep
To dream of a reality
That can never be

My ambition is waning
Wanting to be more
But fearing
The searing price of greatness

Such is my logic that reduces all life
To the absurdity of doing unto death
Logic tinged by magic
Seeking breath from this thin air

I live for love in lonely spaces
Never touching
Never knowing some another
Fearing to face their private needs

I seek for signs of God around me
Seeing traces, turn my head
Indulging
In the smoother face of fear

Fear
The final cause of contradiction
Breaking down a noble soul
To the peasantry of cowardice

Converso: a Jew who publicly recanted the Jewish faith and adopted Christianity under the pressure of the Spanish Inquisition.

The Inquisition

Identity

Converso

They made me choose, O Lord
And I chose life
Though I wonder what a life this is
And often wish I’d stayed my course
To die, within Your word

I find myself unwanted and uncertain
In this world of either/or
I have gone quite underground
I dwell in darkness now
And find I come to loathe myself

Life seemed the sanest option at the time
But life, what life in purgatory thrives?
The twilight of this nether world
Leads me toward white blindness
No longer seeing love nor joy

I chose life, O Lord
But is it living hidden so?
I moulder with my secret books
My soul becoming dog-eared
As I render every word to naught

Perhaps it would have been nobler
To have faced my fate that day
A martyr knowing what I wasn’t
Though not knowing who I truly was
I could have woke to mourning.

Exploring the Craft of Poetry

Al·lu·sion əˈlo͞oZHən/noun

an expression designed to call something to mind without mentioning it explicitly; an indirect or passing reference.

Morning/Mourning: A homophone I have used as a pun, but expresses literally what I intend to be bereavement over my own death.


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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Read again today. It's like peeking inside your dog-eared book. Demas

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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      T R Moore Poetry - All mine. You are at the head of my Hug Line. I hope it's as great as your poetry.

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      Terri Renee Moore 2 years ago from Tucson, AZ

      Wow! Thank you Demas. You are so kind to say such a wonderful thing. I'd love to hug you for that! I MUST follow your hubs to see how such a discerning mind lives in this maddening world! LOL.

      "Seeking words from volumes past to shape a here and now.

      Not a needle in a haystack, but a straw in a stack of needles. " Demas

      I believe those are your own words. I must check to see if you have posted some poetry.

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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      I will read your work as long as you live and write. Demas

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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      "Seeking words from volumes past to shape a here and now.

      Not a needle in a haystack, but a straw in a stack of needles. " Demas

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      Terri Renee Moore 2 years ago from Tucson, AZ

      I thank you very much. This line is an allusive reference to the Jews' secret libraries they kept underground or in hidden rooms, that they could still practice their faith under persecution. My change, my conversion, was a change of gender, seemingly forced upon me by the need to fit in to an approved category of gender by society.

      BTW, I enjoyed your abstract art a lot.

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      christinemariezzz 2 years ago

      Terri,

      ...my soul becoming dog-eared...Nice. I like that, I like that a lot.

      You've taken a difficult subject, and done well. I will return to read more.

      ~christinemarie