musings

Gassin

The musings of my mind are not amusing.

Stories don’t come out
metaphors have no form
the mountain doesn’t speak
neither does the sun
he just passes through
leaves and skids on roof tiles
on his way west without a word.
He is and is not.

In this remoteness my heart
grows numb and hard.
A bird chirps and it’s just a chirp
a background noise
a coded note without a cypher.

Cold creeps in the evenings
fog eats the islands
and a cloudy haze snuffs
all starry connections.

Is there nothing else then?
Only silence in my heart and yours
fortresses on hilltops
contemplating time and ruin
in splendid isolation?

Grimaud castle

Grimaud castle

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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21 Responses to musings

  1. Katalina4 says:

    I love this, in all its desolate, barren quiet.
    I know this feeling well. It does me good to read it in your precise, articulate words.
    xx

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  2. john zande says:

    Splendid isolation… I like that!

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  3. arjaybe says:

    Such poetry to tell us the poetry is gone.

    I also “Liked” it, but something’s wrong with my setup and my “Likes” disappear into a soft black silence.

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    • emmylgant says:

      I don’t think it is your set up, I think WP is working on ‘improving’ something and it just wiped out the ‘like’ thingy… I haven’t changed a thing so….
      Well, yeah. I think it’s a long standing tradition since the romantic poets of the 19th to bemoan the departure of the muse… You know, you show up at your writing desk and she is off somewhere in Tahiti learning new moves…:-/

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      • arjaybe says:

        No more reliable than sprites, are they?

        It’s my setup, I think. I also don’t get notifications anymore when someone replies to my comments.

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  4. Hyperion says:

    Hi Em! I identify strong with this regarding life while the muse is on vacation. Currently, my situation. I like how the personification of isolation and lack of emotion is played out in the natural scene. Your poems always cut through my well crafted defenses and captivate my head elves, 😀

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    • emmylgant says:

      …Head elves, now that gives me pause! But I must confess to getting a charge out of breaking down a well thought out defense. Thank you for the huge compliment!
      And could it be that our muses are together partying in the Spring of the southern hemisphere?

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  5. ceayr says:

    Beau et triste, et toujours magique.

    Splendid isolation is an unfortunate turn of phrase, describing, as it does, UK foreign policy over the past couple of centuries.
    Always excepting, of course, the sycophantic ‘sooking up’ to the USA which is the new norm.

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    • emmylgant says:

      I did not intend to even remotely evoke the UK’s policies in that line. My intent was pure irony looking at silent –and no longer useful– defenses of a crumbling fortress. I also happened to see this image which used the same words.

      I am glad you liked the work in spite of the turn of phrase. I will always smile at magic 😉

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      • ceayr says:

        My apologies for sullying your beautiful fantasy-filled space with sordid politics.
        The work is magnificent.
        I should have ignored the connotations of the phrase.

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        • emmylgant says:

          You didn’t sully anything. A button was pushed unwittingly and a spontaneous reaction followed. We all have buttons. No apology necessary here but I do appreciate your sensitivity and thoughtfulness. Thank you my friend.

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  6. PapaBear says:

    Emm,
    Sounds like you’re having one of my days. Sad, but this time of year brings out a lot of days like that. Someone said, “cheer up, things could be worse”. So I cheered up, and sure enough, they got worse !!! Good night sweet lady. May your tomorrows be warm and filled with light. Hugs !

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    • emmylgant says:

      The sun will come out tomorrow, tomorrow….
      Somedays it is like that!
      I am sorry you are having a hard time in this changing season.
      A fire, a kittycat, a hot something to drink by your side, a good book maybe, a little soft music…. it’s the season to rest and see what bubbles up from deep inside, and be kind to yourself. To be rich is to possess things that have no price; the rest is just stuff taking up space. XOXO

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