Saturday, July 14, 2012

The Abbess

The Abbess said,
--each loaf has its limit--
--each fish, its own skin--

Though I am here, you there,
and the wall with its cross upon it strong between us,

Don't breath and beat sit side by side
within the same breast
wrapped in soul, keeping it?

There is God,
and there is You,

One seeming to keep me from the other
like words obscuring prayer
until I feel dizzy, and more lost than before.

I must accept what cannot be mine,

Remembering that the door without a frame
is superfluous,
mocks itself,
and leads nowhere.
__________

for Real Toads. Kerry wanted a monk's tale, but femcentric me wrote about an abbess, instead.

18 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

love the 3rd paragraph or stanza or whatever you'd call it. :)

Gemma Wiseman said...

"...The door without a frame..."such a powerful metaphorical vehicle for the abbess' stalwart convictions! Love the voice in this poem!

Kerry O'Connor said...

There is some deep wisdom in this poem, Shay. The idea of a dichotomy of self co-existing as breath and beat wrapped in the same soul (I love that), and the idea that for something to function well, it needs a solid frame - your final image tore straight through my brain to the place where real logic meets heartfelt meaning.

Sioux said...

"The Abbess said,
--each loaf has its limit--
--each fish, its own skin--"

So simple, and yet so true.

Lynn said...

Those last lines - very cool.

Marion said...

Awesome write, Ms. Thang. Your inner goddess-poet-muse is working overtime. :-) xo

Helen said...

.. blown away by the image of being 'wrapped in soul' ~~ like the feeling.

hedgewitch said...

You encompass all that's best in poetry here, Shay; the music of language, the subtlety of thought, the profundity of emotion. A very fine poem.

razzamadazzle said...

Wonderful tale of that internal struggle.

Ella said...

I loved the ending,.
The struggle and the door with no frame, yes the will to move forward wrapped in one s own thoughts

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"like words obscuring prayer" - a lot of depth in that phrase, when one reflects on it. Beautiful, poignant and sad. A door without a frame must feel - the word "unhinged" comes to mind, and I am not trying to be funny - I just cant help it. I have to work with what words come through the porridge these days. This is a really beautiful poem, kiddo. So sad.

Peggy said...

There is deep feeling here and longing I think. You have made me want to know more of the story! Excellent.

rosemary mint said...

These are great:

"There is God,
and there is You,
One seeming to keep me from the other"

"Remembering that the door without a frame
is superfluous,
mocks itself,
and leads nowhere."

"--each loaf has its limit--
--each fish, its own skin--" ... I guess this is to mean that food can only be stretched so far; thus, it is inevitable that someone will go hungry---like you.

Hannah said...

I can not sayy any better what Kerry had to say to you about this poem...cop out no just the truth...when I read her comment I said yup, that's exactly how your words made me feel and the opening with the fish and its skin the loaf and the limits...Shay, this poem is deep!! Well written!

Karishma Shetty said...

The door that leads no where!! :) I like the open-endedness of your piece.

nene said...

I echo Kerry's perspective.

Mama Zen said...

That last stanza . . . just wow.

Lydia said...

Fantastic, Shay. It would be too embarrassing to tell you why I relate strongly with this!