windexing the back wall of the cave

24 Sep

There are no other caves besides the personal one.

There are no other shadows but my own.

Aloneness at last reflects back to me a clue in separation

that togetherness can mask

for now I see my own puppet story skills

for what they are.

I put on a wicked good show.

This cave seems to lack an exit

so the way out appears to be in —

into the muck of my own waste.

Submerged and miserable,

there are only two options—

drown here or

stretch for breath

and reach untainted ease, at last.

Perhaps i’ve grown so old that the shackles no longer hold my wrists

or the flattery of the shadows is no longer true enough

to hold me sway, awaiting impossible union.

The drying out of this body

a time bomb that I ignite.

The eyes that meet beyond the bomb

do not shadow play anymore,

and once the cave is left

the dark draw has no pull.

 

 

 

10 Responses to “windexing the back wall of the cave”

  1. smilecalm September 24, 2017 at 3:46 pm #

    smiling to light’s
    freedom 🙂

    • marga t. September 26, 2017 at 6:08 pm #

      smiling back
      at the reflection.
      thank you smile calm.

  2. Just Joan September 24, 2017 at 7:04 pm #

    A great poem, Improv. I’m at a similar place in life and it spoke to me, esp this part: “This cave seems to lack an exit / so the way out appears to be in — / into the muck of my own waste.” Sometimes you have to delve inward to move outward? Nice job. 🙂

    • marga t. September 26, 2017 at 6:09 pm #

      Hi Just Joan,
      That inward dive does seem true these days. Hope you are well,

  3. mcaimbeul September 24, 2017 at 7:27 pm #

    BOOM. When you travel in the depths that you do my dear M, such are the ‘findings.’

    • marga t. September 26, 2017 at 6:10 pm #

      Hope the inner booms are deafening in your inner realms, Dr. mike 🙂

  4. M.C. September 25, 2017 at 5:45 am #

    “for now I see my own puppet story skills/for what they are…”

    Yeah. That. Sounds just about perfect. I’m looking for a place beyond stories, a way of living in the moment that doesn’t need to manufacture a story to make it real. I think it just might be in here, somewhere…

    • marga t. September 26, 2017 at 6:14 pm #

      the capacity for story making seems endless during some stretches, well, most stretches, of time.catching myself just a bit sooner, and then a bit sooner, seems to offer shortening to the episodes and laughter with the story-maker. I love how the cave is both the trap and the discovery in terms of PLACE. hope your moments beyond story increase and flower daily.

  5. DK September 30, 2017 at 1:08 pm #

    Kudos on the deft employment of “wicked”, if one didn’t know better, one might think you’re a Masshole

    • marga t. October 2, 2017 at 2:38 am #

      or had carefully observed the native speakers 🙂

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