The most proustian moment,
Is the one where black water fills up to the brim.
Rushing through my lungs,
And I fight for the surface.
And fight..
And fight..
How can I hold there much longer,
The water builds in this bag of skin,
Sinking, deeper still,
Deeper still…
Deeper still….
For years up to now,
For years in suspened animation,
I see this is more than a bag of skin,
A grand result of time’s grand games,
Elusive yet so allusive,
And I don’t want to sink ,
Look at me now,
I am,
Coming up for air.
/* So again , first post in a while . And as you can see I have been experimenting with form , and drifting away from my usual 6/4s. So what can I say about this one, if you read through this blog chronologically you will find posts drenched in existential angst gradually giving way to a sort of stable plateau of well... i don't know ... melancholy , acceptance , happiness ... call it what you will. But that is what this one is about. Its about coming up for air after facing all those truths that Nietzsche or Sartre would tell us about ( would that be Camus or Proust ?) . Fact is we are so lucky to have human form, after all those years of evolution , and random mutations carbon molecules have evolved to give us this form of life. And I hope you don't see beauty in that .But as far as I go , I love this breath of fresh air. */
Intriguing. Nice play on how much of us is actually water. Makes for an interesting metaphor as well drowning in self abd growing beyond that as we mature.
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DeleteVery interesting - especially with notes
ReplyDeleteI loved the intricate details of this fascinating piece! Great choice of words :D
ReplyDeleteDespite drowning the words have a hope and life will rise again.
ReplyDeleteThis is a poem that you need to inhale deep before you read it. I felt the complexity of the verse's tension with the water. In the end you wonder what is holding the subject down.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing and mind blowing verse.
The imagery of drowning and coming up to breath.. the cycle is a very strong as metaphor...
ReplyDeleteClever use of language...mostly I love the emotional pull..like coming to from a deep dream...waking up...maybe even from a place deeper than that too?
ReplyDeleteI felt the urgency in this. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWhew, glad that there is the coming up for air...which seems a positive resolution to the dilemma.
ReplyDeleteYes, I feel the acceptance - enough just To Be......life a gift . Breathe deeply, and enjoy!
ReplyDeleteThat's what I like - a post with substance. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWow this is incredible really...and especially more with your notes...I agree very clever.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
Love the resolve at the end, the acknowledgement that "I don't want to sink" after all, but "I am coming up for air." Beautifully done.
ReplyDeletelife can drown a person and your plea for surfacing just proves how life can be suffocating at times. loved the poem!!!
ReplyDeleteIt has the tone of a plea for help ... very interesting metaphors.
ReplyDeleteYou have put it beautifully
ReplyDeleteYou have put it beautifully
ReplyDeleteand when the body crumbles back to earth in that once you breathed the air then you will always be a part of all this.(existential thought)
ReplyDeletethat's the crux of this poem
Deleteas long as keep on holding on, you'll finally overcome the problems..
ReplyDeleteIf only we could ask babies what it felt like in the womb and then to be pushed out into the world to start breathing.
ReplyDeletethat is such a fascinating thought
DeleteVery nice play on words - and I truly enjoy accompanying music videos - I've discovered some rather good music that I'd been unaware of that way! Cool vid!
ReplyDeletei'm glad some one appreciates my habit of putting notes and music along with my posts
DeleteI like the note of acceptance here and also the rising...a beautifully positive vibe...
ReplyDeletePaints a picture of the struggle, and the fight against it. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteVery vivid on the struggle under water.
ReplyDeleteWell covered, no pun intended :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
Restraining oneself against all odds with vengeance. A good way of finding an outlet and lots of great word-play. Thoughtful lines Suyash!
ReplyDeleteHank
Original, notes and video expand the thoughts and feelings....happy to coming up to air....
ReplyDeleteReally strong poem! The ending is most uplifting.
ReplyDelete"The most proustain moment,"
ReplyDeleteLine One sets stage and mood although i do believe "proustain" should be edited to proustian
however the marriage of personal past life experience and evolution is really interestingly presented
much love...
my my ! how did i commit such an abomination !
DeleteSuccinctly yet evocatively described.
ReplyDeleteI heard the intake of breath... and the promising exhale...
ReplyDeleteVery mysterious but an enjoyable form of poetry, with philosophical immersion included...
ReplyDeleteEileen
You made me ponder the feeling of embodiment, the way we feel about our own bodies, our own skin. That is a a lot to consider!
ReplyDeleteA survivor, to the end.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very intriguing interpretation of the photo.
ReplyDeleteI like the ending, positive and uplifting ~
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome. Especially the opening.
ReplyDeleteLovely write!
ReplyDeleteAh.. the struggle for life.. from breath to food
ReplyDeleteto staying afloat on water top.. is a price
we pay for life.. but the connection.. instead
of word.. in senses and emotions.. without
toil and word troubles.. can come alive..
in comfort of animal
sanity.. in feeling
and sensing
and most
importantly
connecting to
all
in
now..:)
this has got to be one of my favourite comments
DeleteI love the feeling of your poem,,drifting in suspension, frozen waiting for a break in the madness. Or perhaps my interpretation is simply a reflection. Like a good work of art interpretation is part of the process and the final product. Well done
ReplyDeleteExactly good art always leads to varying interpretation
Deletetrying to find yourself... and it seems like it might succeed...
ReplyDeleteyes - i don't wanna sink as well... i love water...sometimes there's peace in sinking a bit into ourselves but i need that breath of fresh air as well
ReplyDeleteWell done - a breath of fresh air.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
so glad she did not sink and was able to come up for air...
ReplyDeletelife has its strange ways of making you feel like you're drowning, even when there's no water in sight... very strong metaphor and makes an open piece. Well written.
ReplyDeleteExcellent metaphor. How so many of us allow that black water to fill us, to sink us....and at the end the decision to rise and breath is wonderful. So many times, it is exactly our choice to do that. Exceptional read. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura
ReplyDeleteMoving poem. That closing line!
ReplyDeleteClever word choices here. I especially like grand-- grand.
ReplyDelete"...bag of skin..." Those words (both visual and implications) are so very chilling...
ReplyDeleteThank you for noticing that 😀
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