redemption

800px-vangogh-self-portrait-with_bandaged_ear

made of bare bones
and sticks,

clay-modeled diagrams,
chips of a china doll —

the earth-buoyed body cricks,
cracks, like the door,
seldom opened.

i wait to be explored,
i seek redemption,
in

the thickets,
calls of
a cuckoo,

the arms of
my
chthonic god.

~

 

Intermingling psychology and symbolism with my current state of mind, a little something for dVerse Quadrille #63

Image source: Vincent Van Skelly (a parody of Van Gogh’s Self Portrait with Bandaged Ear) by Marie Marfia

And here’s something moody for you:

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20 thoughts on “redemption

  1. There are elements of darkness in your Quadrille, Anmol, the kind of delicious darkness that sends a thrill up my spine. I especially enjoyed the lines:
    ‘the earth-buoyed body cricks,
    cracks, like the door,
    seldom opened’.

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  2. Pat: willow88switches says:

    yes, yes, we must lick and taste of the deep earth to remember, to know, to rise out and above, again ….

    as Kim noted, there are some wonderful dark aspects to this 44 – and the word choices and images are great – I really liked “chips of a china doll” – that sings!

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  3. Moody fits my day. Great soundtrack for this poem. I really really love your word choices, and the way they slide off my tongue. This is a poem that demands to be read aloud. I’m so in love with “the earth-buoyed body cricks,
    cracks, like the door,
    seldom opened.” And the search for redemption. Awesome.

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    • I am glad that you read it out loud. That gives me so much pleasure; that’s why I try to read and visit others late into the night so that I can feel the words fall down my tongue in relative silence.
      Thanks for your kind feedback, Victoria. ❤

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  4. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Really, this is one of your best poems; really dug it. Strong images & implications–yes, too many of us have sinned against our mother and our family and our home.

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    • I find sinning as a necessary condition of being; it’s the conundrum it poses, the weight it imposes, the acceptance that it distorts, that I find really scary.
      Thanks for your lovely feedback, Glenn. ❤

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  5. sanaarizvi says:

    This is deliciously deep, dark and brooding! Especially like the image; “the earth-buoyed body cricks, cracks, like the door, seldom opened.” ❤

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