Suspension
by windchime (Member) - published: June 29, 2008
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It exists inside me,
the well-made world
& my eyes keep looking the other way,
outward; I am deaf
to my own auricular oracle
& I touch one semblance of finality
after another
(like log-rolling for the soul)
& in my wading water is the taste of pines
only I mistake it
for pining.

There you aren't, again, fully absent
while something sheds itself to the ground
around me
like snow-clotted clothes
heavy with hiberne rasp,
musty with dreamlessness...
But then, perfection rises
plumed, from those distractions
as I and Time
pass through here,
aut(h)orized.

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Of all known institutions, I attend only two: church, in my heart, and school, in yours. Both are subject to demolition. - Lucie Adams, 2007
It is only for poetry to know how many stanzas fit into one caress. - Lucie Adams, 2008

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by windchime

Suspended
Hi Lucie

Ah we have something in common…. I got suspended from school once… My dad believed my (true) story and told them to poke the dammed school .

He hated anything done by half and said if they had the courage of their convictions they should of expelled me, that he would now save them the bother…. It was over a stolen dinky toy I was playing with, I hadn’t in fact been aware of it’s theft from a shop in town earlier … The so called teachers had not bothered to investigate fully.

My dad had no time for daydreamers, chewing the cud, double meanings or double standards for that matter… A regular Action man… If it didn’t go Twack It…beat it with a stick…and that was just his kids… God help the people he was in charge of.

When I was last in England (I attended a cousins funeral) where another much older cousin who for a long time (before retirement) had worked as a Juvenile Delinquent councillor told me a story. He said my dad embarrassed him once by taking him into a soldiers barrack room and apparently bolicking the living daylights out of the idle young soldiers he caught lying on their pit’s (Beds) … Of course he would have been embarrassed he was a fkin civilian… Soldiers are employed 24 hours a day…they were stealing my dad’s time.

As for your procrastinations…. An old body has to stop and take stock sometime….
Now I wait with bated breath for all the other real poets to explain what it was exactly you meant. I am sure it is just getting the remnants of you old job out of the system before you go back to prison.

Eric

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: June 30, 2008 )

Probation Officer
Hi Lucie

Duhh my cousin worked as a Probation Officer...same sort of thing I think. But includes grown up's

Eric

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: June 30, 2008 )

musty with dreamlessness
Reading this poem made me think of a ghost haunting an ever changing shoreline, attempting the pick stones to skip across the surface but failing to do time and again before being helped by winged messenger.

But, as stated before: Projectile commenting.

It's beautifully worded and I wait with bated breath for others' interpretations.

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: July 1, 2008 )

muse
The ever changing landscape. The poem rings to me that terrible disconect between our inner being and outer nature. I'm not sure I would want to really know all of what is in me. So much of life is about the discovery of both the inner world and the outer world. Who knows which one is real and which one a dillusional construct? I may have missed the mark but when I read it I let out a sigh! Thanks!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: July 1, 2008 )

Musty with dreamlessness!
Wow! Love this intro!

( Posted by: LMJ [Member] On: July 4, 2008 )

Standing still
It reminds me of an old axiom about the more things change the more they remain the same. Only in this sense, the more I expect the less are my expectations; something like that. “Like log rolling for the soul”, a great measure of the forever churning movement of life. Often I just need to keep my head above water long enough for another breath.

Second stanza gives me the image that, if we stand still it (life) seems to pass us by at warp speed. Stand still long enough and focus on the singular moments and then everything slows down and we find that we are not that far off that path to self fulfillment as we sometimes think we are.

I don’t mean to appear philosophical, but as you probably know of me by now, I prefer poems that capture the element of time and express it as well as you have done in this piece. The passage of time is the movement of life itself.

Nice writing,
BW

( Posted by: BWOz [Member] On: July 6, 2008 )

Suspension SUSPENSION...distraction, life, death, meaning, and....
Lucie, you are one of the more enlightened souls I have met...truly, with your introspective insights into life, meaning, death, and your experience in both worlds...this poem is excellent. I love so many lines within, hard to to pick a single, but I particularly like the first stanza...makes me think of my own subjective view on permanence, or lack of it, and the nature of illusion realities verses our physical perceptions and dream states verses true wakefulness....I hope that makes sense to you, does to me. In any case, I try to communicate my thoughts not always so successful or articulate as you, but I try. Thank you for sharing this. Reading your work is always a pleasure.

Here is a photo of me and my love, Joseph, wishing you a joyful summer! This pic was taken this July 4th 2008, we are both smugly smiling because we had a great day and public fireworks display with fantastic front row seats on private lake front fishing dock deck...oh yeah!

(Yes, I am still working on my adolescent self styled narcissistic image sharing obsessions, hee-hee, forgive me)

Namaste!

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: July 9, 2008 )

log-rolling for the soul
couldn't help but smile at this line, t’is a great image…

favourite though, would have to be “semblance of finality”, we touch one after another ‘cause they’re successive, accumulative, leading to disillusion with/ dissolution of all finalities at all, ‘til all that’s left is all there ever was: infinity- which as you commented on Featherlight, taps you like a tambourine [wish I’d thought of that]- …

love how you and time pass together, as equals, as friends… read this as a reconciliation of thoughts, unthinking? refeeling? I feel like I’m closer to “enlightened” every time I read you. hope you are well, my friend.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: July 10, 2008 )

Sabbatical.....eh? Lucie...?
So, Lucie, dear friend, how's the weather in Canada these days? It's been raining here in New York quite a bit. Gone to Pennsylvania for a bit, back now, gone to the hospital quite a bit, but soon all will be well, then I will visit lama and all will be even better, yeah...but what is not well is that I miss seeing you when I do visit here which it seems is as infrequent these days are your visits and Shannon's visits. You are one of the best of Lit.Org and I miss your work. You know my story, I know yours, but if you come back soon, I too will make the time to post more even if it is just a music review as my recent Gogol Bordello. Simple, but at least it is something and I miss your work as I know so do many others. I will return weekly to check. Wishing you good things, blessings and more. Namaste dear friend.

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Member] On: July 23, 2008 )

Lucie,
Brava Bella, one's beautiful mind is beauty in the eyes of the reader. How elegant you think, dressing these pages in wonderous poetry, linking your thoughts with ours.....cleverly and thoughtfully placed, each word a puzzle, each puzzle uniquely intuatively designed. I age sitting here, sipping on your wisdom, adhere to your graceful words, you ARE a gifted writer indeed.

So good to peek in and say hi, you capture my interest with ease girl!!!!!!

XXXX

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: September 9, 2008 )

Thanking 8 , 3 months late
Eric, I was thinking of suspension as a bridge, something transitory, transient and impermanent, and you got that! My old job did go into remnants before I left it. It made remnants out of me, also, alas...

Francisco, TG and you for projectile commenting! It is gutsy commenting, and I wannabe the ghost, the haunt and the haunted, all rolled into one!

jonpenny, there may not be more reality to the untangible as opposed to the tangible, but there is more truth. I'm very happy you speak about knowing and discovering. I do that too. Knowing is not all it's cracked up to be...

LaShea, always happy to see you stop by my work. You picked up on sensorial texture which I often have trouble with and need several rewrites for. Glad you respond positively to its imagery.

Brian, we almost always pass life by as we think of life passing us by, yes.

Lena, Great picture of you and your love, thank you for posting it here! You are as enlightened as I am, as we all are, same light, same light source, just different dimmer switches, eh? ;)

Shannon, you get the oneness of all. You always do...I and Time appear in several of my poems, not always like this, but always as equals: happy to see that you caught that vibe.

Darlene, I try to allow my intuition its every freedom when I write poetry. Happy to know I was successful in doing that here. Will we be seeing posts of yours soon?

Thank you so much, every one, for your astute and generous comments, and sorry for being so late acknowledging them.

All of love,
Lucie

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: September 29, 2008 )

Well done Lucie!
Lucie, my friend...well done indeed! You have reached that time of life that comes to all of us...when we sum up our lives and wonder...is THAT ALL THERE IS???

Unfortunetly, I cannot express my thoughts on this as eruditely and succinctly as the more gifted poets here, but I know what my heart felt on reading this....pure happiness that you are back home with us...please don't go away again!

Love ya,
Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: September 29, 2008 )

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