Elan Mudrow
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Climbing down the stairs,
through the dead living room
Out the missing front door.
how simple the world is,
To leave you behind
peculiar, too easy, resigned world,
Yet irate, torn between silence and wilderness
Both shone brightly. Both were masked.
Outdoors, the sky was hidden in gray,
mundane as if waiting for movement.
The sun was there, peeking through rumbling clouds,
attempting to scold me for the escape
If only I could see it move across the sky,
I could reason with it.
Tell it about the way I walk
If only I could see you move towards me
I could reason with you
Tell you about the way I am
I wondered if this was when time stood still.
Was I missing the world move?
Did I misinterpret your signs, your speech patterns?
I looked keenly at the clouds,
Trying to see what was behind them.
The sun must have meaning today
Beyond any other day past or coming
As I looked down, the grass
appeared as a carpet of swirling chaos, fallen.
but it quickly vanished.
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Haunting and memorable. The door reflects beauty in it’s aging.
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Love the imagery
Simply beautiful
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feeling lost…yet not really
words have power and you wield them well.
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it*. glad someone could finally put those feelings into words, because I know I could never describe that fleeting frozen moment.
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ah yes, organized chaos. good description. that’s my life’s blood right there, wouldn’t be myself without glad
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Thanks. Yes, it’s that moment of time when all thoughts, emotions, desire, etc. seem to occupy the same space. Chaos and direction combined. It’s not an easy emotion to explain to people. Perhaps poetry can do it.
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“I wondered if this was when time stood still. Was I missing the world move?”
Good /God/ this struck me so deep. How many times has my brain frozen, thoughts slowed to a halt, everything blurred out except for that one thing, one person, one moment. So effing good.
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First reading: Elan, you are a master of mood. The poem is one thing, the poet quite another. I don’t understand it. But I feel it. And it’s worth reading a second time.
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Vintage things are adorable
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Very descriptive words…and great photo too!
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Thanks for posting. I was able to let my mind wander on this on the first read. The second read was worth doing..
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Old maps, old doors, old locks, old clocks, old bridges, old buildings…they tell stories. Love that photo and the evocative words of time and change. Thanks.
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Beautiful poetry.
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Love
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Yes, by all means sing your body electric.
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Lovely!
I wanna respond through my song.
I did give you a chance to reason out,
I made my heart listen,
I tried holding your hands,
I knew it wasn’t a escape at all.
You were in fear
To be out of touch
By your own heart…
The clouds,
I commanded them,
Hide my face…
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Me too, as well as old locks
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Fab picture. I have a weakness for old doors 🙂
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Beautiful!
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