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Monday, March 26, 2012

Naked and Raw

The title is not to be taken in the literal sense, but rather in the poetic sense. I'm using the abstract to convey the concrete.  The concrete being what it feels like to come down off a creative high. And I've been on one for months.

How to describe it? Not in normal, everyday language certainly. Those words cannot touch a feeling this bone deep. While engaged in the act of creating, the rest of the world blurs, bringing the creative project into sharp focus. You forget to eat, you forget to sleep, you forget to feel.  The last being most critical.

And then it stops. Abruptly. And you must eat, you must sleep, you must feel.  The return to the world of feelings is painful. So you just hang there, in the void, raw and naked desperate for the next high. And this is the time when verse comes to me. When I'm most exposed and unable to hide myself from myself.



She Said

"Hello is harder than goodbye"
he said
too late.

But what is there
between hello/goodbye?
A nod, a glance,
perhaps
a spoken word
too few 
to string the subtlety of meaning.

"You've come too late"
she said.
"I was just leaving."

                                                O'Leary, Anne  03-24-2012   





40 comments:

  1. Ah Anne, I took the poem an entirely different way than you probably did, and all the same it suits me so well right now. I read it over a few times, I related in my own abstract way, and I felt understood. Thank you.

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  2. That's the way a poem is meant to be taken. What the writer meant is not always relevant, it's what is taken in and experienced by others that matters, like music. And you're welcome D4.

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  3. Very nice poem, although a bit hard to understand at first.

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    1. It's the reader's application to their own experience that matters, not what the writer intended that matters. It's how we share our humanity.

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  4. The poem is wonderful, emotional. I know about those creative peaks and troughs. So frustrating when the words wont come and the colours wont mix right or your head is buzzing with ideas that you just dont have time to bring to life

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    1. The peaks are heaven and the troughs are hell, but it goes with the territory doesn't it.

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  5. What a great way for me to start my morning. Thank you.

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    1. This and your cup of coffee. You're welcome Satia.

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  6. You can't be on too low a creative run for that :) It's even worse if you use your creative outlets to escape from the world.

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    1. I don't necessarily use it to escape, it's more a natural by-product of the process itself. It's the returning to normal and dealing with what's been shoved aside

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  7. reminds me of the tragedy of indecision...what things in life are lost through being too late...great words

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    1. Sometimes it's just a train we miss!!

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  8. I don't know if I'm aware of the feeling but I love the lyrics, hope you're good Anne, awesome post.

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  9. Beautiful poem, Anne. It makes me think of sad might-have-beens.

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    1. Thank you Joe, it is a bit on the sad side of things.

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  10. The cat is forever high, or maybe he just seems that way and that is the norm..haha Nice verse, as alot can be said and seen in between but it may not come to pass if one takes their sweet time and lets anything cloud their view.

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    1. so the Cat is smoking cat's grass instead of eating it? :)

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    2. @Pat You are a wise cat indeed, there's time, I've a deadline in mind, but I'm so very, very tired.

      @Dez I think that Cat is always in the nip!

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    3. by the way, and speaking confidentially in our secret Irish/Serbian Gossip Squad, the Cat just revealed to me that he has a white hairy bum :) Such a teaser :)

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    4. That Cat should know by now that telling you something is the same as telling me something. The image of his white hairy bum will give me nightmares!! Oh the horror!!

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    5. will it give him nightmares if we tell him it gave me sweet dreams LOL :)))

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  11. I know what you mean about getting absorbed by the creative process - it does almost consume you, mentally and physically . I often need a break to replenish the creative spirit after a period of creating.

    Poetry is one of the things i least understand in the world sometimes - but I see the beauty and sadness in it .

    cheers
    DD

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    1. You're a serious painter and I know you have felt this too. The breaks are difficult for me. Being at loose ends doesn't suit me.

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  12. coming too late is my greatest fear, and strangely, you often arrive late exactly because of fear ....

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    1. You're right Dez and then caught unawares you find it's too late, you've missed the opening act and arrive at curtains close.

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    2. 'tis true, that's why we must overcome our fear of fear so that the real fear won't happen to us, but it's soo hard :(

      PS I will send you an answer to your email later tonight, dahling.

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    3. Thank you luv. I really need your advice.

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  13. That's a great poem. And I'm very jealous of your creative high. The only high I've had for a while is the glue-huffing kind.

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    1. Those highs aren't too bad Pickle. Had a few myself as a kid whilst building model planes!!

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  14. I wouldn't worry too much about it, Anne. Everyone goes through a dry-spell now and then. Just get your batteries re-charged and you'll be back on form again.

    Personally I loved your poem, but then I love poetry period!

    http://ladyofmuse.blogspot.com/

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    1. It's not a dry spell it's just the calm before the next storm.

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  15. well dang...now i am a bit sad...it is def the words that i leave unsaid i am more afraid of than anything...and being late and missing out....nah i dont want it...smiles...

    and model glue is the bomb...but enough of it will rot your brain so lay off it...smiles.

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    1. It serves you right Brian, your poetry plays with my emotions all the time. Now it's my turn!!

      No, no more glue for me.

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  16. A creative high is one of the greatest ones :) After seeing your art and reading your writing, I don't think you can come down! I'll have some of w/e your having, please. lol

    The poem is beautifully written. I was able to relate to it which was a very nice change!

    Hope you had a lovely weekend under your beautiful tree! :)

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    1. This one has a universal theme to it so it's easy to relate too. Mine don't always have that element.

      The sun was out long enough from me to knock back a six pack, so it was great!

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  17. Good bye is hard to tell. Nice poem, Anne!

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    1. It is, isn't it. Thank you Marco.

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  18. Nice poem! Makes me think of a friend of mine who I miss.

    Great picture too.

    Can easily relate to the creative bender. I have to have a creative project going at all time. I really don't function when I am not driven by a current project.

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  19. Sometimes there isn't enough between hello and goodbye causing us to leave <3

    Beautiful, Anne

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