If my identity's
Caught up in
Skin deep
Then how can I not
Have trapped myself
In limitation?
Put a chokehold
On revelation?
80 years if I'm lucky
If I could access
Ancient memories
What would I see?
Supposedly
A 49 layer subconsciousness
What on earth
Might be lurking
In its depths?
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Mutley Ravishes (
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The depths are bearers of such mysteries we could hardly hope to comprehend…. Or it could swing over to Willy Wonka’s pure imagination 🙏🏻🕊
I find the more I identify with xyz, the more pain I inflict on myself. Oh well.
"Pure imagination." I bet there's a revelation in that!
Each year's layer making memory mor opaque and in the process burying feelings that were once there. A lovely write of the passage of time
Thanks Soren for your thoughtful feedback. I wrote it in response to another poem I came across on the site. Isn't that one of the great things about this site?! The inspirations, challenges etc.
Would you really want to go that deep and could we handle what we find, enjoyed the read
Great questions!
I guess if we truly want to free ourselves and live our unique potential then we have no choice but to go that deep. For sure, we couldn't handle what we find in our present condition. It'd be like an amateur boxer with a year's experience stepping into the ring with a world champ. So, training is required!
Profound! Indeed the self-imposed chokehold. I get this...and "skin deep" need not be about sexual attraction or flesh, per se (though it could mean that)...but it could also mean only ever seeing on the surface...surface surfing if you will. Regardless, a profound poem wide open for interpretive reflection. Well done! 🙏❤️
Yes, surfaces. Including the obsession with the physical skin tone.
Thanks for your interpretation, Tristan. I always look forward to your take!
Amen to that! You are most welcome, my friend!
BRAVO
Thanks, Tony. Now I need a strong dose of that medicine called courage!
You're welcome
You's dabbling in dangerous territory, m'dear, but didn't your own Calpurnia warn you enough already? What memories wouldst thou dredge from where? Bury your nose in the ancient manuscripts and I'll catch you on the flip side.
Thanks for telling me about Calpurnia! Yes, dangerous territory. If I'm identified with the memories?! Assassination? Of the Red Devils of Seth within, for sure. However, they're not ready to go yet. Lord help me help myself!
Thanks as always for your poetic comments.
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