The Letting Go

Softening the blow, letting go—

An entrapment’s set, a trigger’s tripped,

Beguiling solemnity, into a boxed chest of wood

Made of oak, notched and cured—

A tiny key violates a lock of bronze,

Concealing a past betrayed by love

Possessed by lost emotions, a vacant heart persists—

The forecast predicts a surging storm beneath,

Unearthing the many passions deadened by grief

Tethering tomorrow, with the fibrous tithing’s of today—

A venous strain, an ascription stirred within,

Initializing myriad dimensions, then staining them in blood

Vultures circle the hypocritical norm—

A broken voice cracks and screams,

Illuminating the sounds of a shadow fevering the skin

Softening the blow, letting go—

Things happen and then they don’t

Well, I seem to be a day off with my responses this week.  This is two consecutive D'Verse evenings that I've missed out on the link-up, but each time an excellent theme was provided, and therefore, I just had to respond regardless.  For this week's Poetics theme, Claudia presented us with the notion of Letting Go.  

I've always been intrigued by the open-ended possibility with this idea.  One can interpret the theme as a release, where tension is broken and this then opens up new and often undiscovered pathways.  Another possibility is looking at the theme in the manner of eliminating constraints and going with the flow, giving oneself up to the spontaneity that this new movement takes us. Yet another is the old idea of letting something go, giving it your blessing to leave.  Here there is a notion of freedom, yet also the portrayal of giving up control.  I think this also fits the popular saying about love, "set something free if you love it."  

Then, along the same lines of giving up control, one could look at this notion of letting go as being something akin to giving up. Perhaps you no longer have the will to fight whatever is oppressing you, whatever it is that is ladening such a burden upon your shoulders.  So here, you just give up, letting go, and allowing what will be, to be.

In any case, Claudia provided an excellent article on the subject and opened up the discussion to the poets of D'Verse, who, to no surprise, offered excellent insight through each poem shared.  I urge you to check out the post, read many, if not all, of the poems shared there, and perhaps, you, like myself, will find the inspiration to compose a response regardless of missing out on linking up to the Poetics discussion itself.  Cheers.

Met-a-morpho-sis

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Met-a-morpho-sis,

her physical flavoring

and consistency

changed instantaneously

from one moment to the next

Met-a-morpho-sis,

color wheel spins through each tone

covets the rainbow

altering her hue and shade

impossible to define

Met-a-morpho-sis,

an attitude like none else,

of the air and sea

shuffling between Drama-mean

and a healthy sense of self

Met-a-morpho-sis,

impossible to predict

her conversations

switch from the incoherent

to the profoundly immersed

Met-a-morpho-sis,

sometimes she’ll crawl on all fours

then stand ten feet tall

she’ll have her ups and her downs

happy when there should be frowns

She’s unique always

she’s best friend and enemy

shifting all the time

forever incongruous

it’s a race just to keep up

Met-a-morpho-sis,

and I liked her everything

met-a-morpho-sis,

and I’ll forever be changed

I won’t see the same again

Met-a-morpho-sis,

and if you can, you should too

you won’t ever understand

but somehow, you’ll always know

Head on over to D'Verse, where Characterization is the theme for Meeting The bar.  Take a chance to read Victoria's wonderful write up as well, you'll be glad you did.  I took a bit of an abstract angle at character here, had this wordplay idea in my mind all morning, so, when i saw the topic I thought I'd see about applying it to character.

Good Ole' Boy

I got a four-door Silverado, and it’s painted black,

Just a good ole boy, detailed front-to-back

Rambling rebel,

Freeway, ninety-to-hell

My flag’s a-been a flying way up there,

About, in that dusty air of my rearview

The fun don’t start a-playing

Till’ you get them rollers stirred

Off-road, on-course

Mud-flaps, of course,

Spinning out and jumping mounds

This damn beast here can do so much more than drive

Branch and bark, part the path

When they see my grill, Chrome’s a-come hunkerin’ down

Trouncing brush at dawn and trampling root at night

Nature coughs to my delight

I got a four-door Silverado, and it’s painted black,

Just a good ole boy, detailed front-to-back

 Just a bit on the lighter side today.  Ever since the Diverse Prompt about getting into the mindset of someone else, I've been doing a bunch of smaller sketches, most are steeped in the humor of personality, this is one of those.