on shedding my skin
loss is a word
that lives like a snake
all coiled up and hissing
slithering
through tunnels
of comprehension
and coming out
the other side
found
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November 8th, 2011 at 8:12 am
truth. those tunnels of comprehension can be long and too dark, but they always open to daylight.
November 8th, 2011 at 9:35 am
sometimes it rattles around as if looking for that opening but not ready to see the light
November 8th, 2011 at 3:34 pm
Such a lovely metaphor. Sometimes reaching the other side can seem so long. I really like your positive ending.
November 8th, 2011 at 3:39 pm
and very slimy but part of life
November 8th, 2011 at 3:40 pm
oo i like how you have the skin in your title but dont in the poem, it is an addition that plays well…coming out the other side found is a great line as well..
November 8th, 2011 at 3:56 pm
lovely and provocative. like it!
November 8th, 2011 at 3:58 pm
the tunnels of comprehension is a great image…also the snake..really an interesting definition of loss..there is some food for thoughts in this..
November 8th, 2011 at 4:00 pm
Beautiful. I love the form, and the succinct lines.
November 8th, 2011 at 4:17 pm
beautiful
November 8th, 2011 at 4:25 pm
Takes a while to shake off the skin before we can reveal the new growth too.
November 8th, 2011 at 4:53 pm
Coming out of the other side…great line…lovely!
November 8th, 2011 at 4:57 pm
Yeah sometimes that skin just does not want to shed for a while, wonderful verse.
November 8th, 2011 at 6:25 pm
I completely agree, you’ve done a great job in illustrating a very novel metaphor for loss. Really like how you did this. thanks
November 8th, 2011 at 7:05 pm
..great wisdom – a substantial bread for a blessed morning here. Carpe diem!
~Kelvin
November 8th, 2011 at 7:38 pm
Love the sparsity of words paired with a single image, one that evokes strong emotion. Well done.
November 8th, 2011 at 8:00 pm
How do you do that? To describe a word perfectly and so poetically? It’s a gift.
November 8th, 2011 at 9:41 pm
I was reading J Krishnamurti.. an Indian philosopher… who says we loose the reality by giving or calling it a name…
Loss unlike the word is much more.. as you said in your words…
“slithering
through tunnels
of comprehension”
thanks for sharing…
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html
November 8th, 2011 at 10:05 pm
I wish we could shed our skin of of loss at times, but I’d hate to forget, if that makes sense. Very nice poem. I luved it, concept, presentation and soul.
November 8th, 2011 at 11:39 pm
You do an excellent of sustaining the metaphor here and the tension of holding to it pays off with the lovely half-recognized conclusion.
November 9th, 2011 at 11:11 am
Chilling write. I love “through tunnels of comprehension.”
November 9th, 2011 at 11:35 am
I love how you get from “loss” to “found”. Nice!
November 9th, 2011 at 2:06 pm
Nicely said. Some things much be shaken off if we are to grow. Those things are lost, perhaps, but our becoming is found…
November 9th, 2011 at 2:26 pm
Beautiful
November 9th, 2011 at 3:19 pm
It’s those tunnels I fear. Yet they seem to be the only way through the grief.
Another wonderful write, of course.
xoxo
November 9th, 2011 at 9:05 pm
loss is a word
that lives like a snake
haunting imagery,
love your words, very electrical and touching.
November 10th, 2011 at 9:18 am
I have read this over several times… I love the tunnels of comprehension… it’s a great image… I love this; it’s making me think 🙂
November 11th, 2011 at 3:48 pm
So much said in so few words. I so admire your work here! The concept works wonderfully.