Stun Run
I run - through broken time,
through this slippery shock
as the chain of legacy snaps.
I run - through broken time,
blind-sided, breathless - run
through sweet grass - runner
with a shard in her shoe a
lock
on backwards, onwards doors -
I run - through broken time,
pierce the screen of never - into
Yes. Now – Heart jagged sliced
with
a razored tongue tone-honed into
in –
Different difference - I run -
through
broken time, poignantly, pathetically,
gathering the shimmering shards
of
yesterday - As though they
could be
restored – I run through broken
time –
back to when, then, I walked
through
time, heart whole, head high,
smiling
certain, that only more of
the same a-
waited over a trusted, beloved horizon...
and now, in the flickering light- I let the
shards fall where they may and
rest, letting time
run, as it always
has - on its own.
waited over a trusted, beloved horizon...
and now, in the flickering light- I let the
shards fall where they may and
rest, letting time
run, as it always
has - on its own.
The beginning & the end have wonderfully contrasting images. "I run - through broken time, / pierce the screen of never - into / Yes."....My favorite lines.
ReplyDeleteWow, a powerful piece. I love the movement of it, and the way you use the repetitions to forward the action.
ReplyDeleteLike the way you've used time, broken and whole, to express your own movement through life.
ReplyDeleteThere's a meditative pace to this -- a run across a landscape going back and forward at once. A "stun" run, because one travels through "broken time" -- An iteration and redemption, both, running because, well, so must Time ... and a sense of what we run from is what we run to, vise versa too. Fine stuff. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteI really like the repetition. And yes, time always runs as it always has - on its own!
ReplyDeleteYes Pearl,loved this and the journey taken, where there is so much to resonate with along the way along with the certainty that time and the as ever bountiful present moment will indeed take us to joy and redemption - if our heart, despite its wounds, can shine and give again...
ReplyDeleteI love the repeated lines......that is indeed how it feels, as we grow older, recalling when we were whole, now running through "broken time" with the sharp shards of memory, piercing.........Wonderful, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteI feel that we are forced into that running all the time... I wonder when we can relax a bit.
ReplyDeleteI like the repeat - I run through broken time...and the end conclusion. Yes ma'am, time will run in its own way to the end.
ReplyDeleteWow! This is so vivid, I am almost out of breath. No outrunning time!
ReplyDeleteWow! RUN!!!!!
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We live life now still clinging to the shards of the past which cut us with memories that hurt us but we still can't let go of them because we are human. I am sure many readers feel this way too.
ReplyDeleteI hear you. In fact, I am wishing this one didn't speak so strongly to me. My sister and I are calling the feelings the "death of the dream" experience. I suppose they come to anyone, sooner or later. Well done.
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