Friday, November 19, 2021

Way(ra)s Of The Past

 

 



 

Way(ra)s Of The Past

 

 I.
 
There is a road, cold
as stark nightmare's mane, weaving
a winding-sheet memory
choke-tight, wringing the eyes
dry, smearing the heart, called the past.
 
II.
 
There is a tollway
never cheated by moonlight
never unwatched by day. Don't
squander your soul walking
down it; the past collects its debts.
 
 
 
 
 
November 2021
 
 
 
 


 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 posted for dVerse Poets
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Images: Footsteps, 2016, © Joshua Philip Hart
Photograph of the Author, 1956, photographer unknown,  Public Domain

17 comments:

  1. First, I love the way you split the word "Wayra" for your title. The poem is grim and daunting but honest in a way that is so difficult to do when one has been so inundated with lies presented as truth. Just figuring out what's really real is pretty fucking heroic, imo. To move on from there to survive, and to come put of it all as a human, is to beat the devil. So much packed into 10 lines here, Joy.

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    1. Thanks, Shay. I know you get it, and I know you've paid that toll yourself.

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  2. ps--that little girl in the photograph is adorable. It makes me barking mad that anyone would mistreat her.

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    1. Blood under the bridge now, but as too many know,wounds heal but scars are for life.

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  3. It’s all starts with the clever wordplay in your title, and crescendos through the bleakest of memories, gripping and confronting, stabbing at the tender parts.

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    1. Not quite a katana, more a rusty razorblade, but we do what we can. Thanks so much, Darius.

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  4. So beautifully written--I love all the wordplay--"nightmare's mane."
    But I feel this dark, scary road full of bleak memories.

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  5. Its grim as a nightmare's mane. The past is coming back to haunt and collect its debts. Your pen strokes are concise and powerful. Love the clever title too.

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  6. those are some wise eyes in photo.

    you slice deep with this katana of a pen ~

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    1. Thanks, m.I was stealing a line from Darius the Mate's offering.

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  7. These are both very good but the second one has the beat, the energy, the heat, the mojo of great poetry...JIM

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  8. That precious child, no child deserves to be left with what follows abuse. Your double Wayra is amazing, Joy.

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  9. Skilfully powerful wayras with the terror of 'dark nightmare's mane' and suffocation of the 'winding-sheet memory'. Leaves the reader with a bleak and harrowing aftermath.

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  10. It is somber and desolate but beautifully expressed.

    My heart stops to think such an adorable child went through what she did.

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  11. I love how you used the form so well, two walks into the darkness called past... you say so much without even saying it, and that sweet photo in the end makes it painful

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats