Tabula Rasa

Tabula rasa

The blank slate

The silence weighs heavy

And the open space is oppressive

A skeletal world of moonlight and rock.

Without thought or imagination

Nothing to dream, nothing to say

Only fear and exhaustion

Tabula rasa

Try and start over

[I am at a standstill with both my long fiction pieces and I am going to set them aside while I collect my thoughts.] 

 

 

 

In the End

[Art and poem by Meg Sorick]

Year upon year, stacked like stones

A charnel house full of a lifetime’s bones

Storing regrets and sorrows like ancient tomes

After everything has been said and done

Wars waged and battles won

The same loneliness dwells in a cottage or a mansion

Broken Mirror

Fragments of me, disjointed

Reflected and repeated

The effect is disorienting

And for a moment I forget

Who do I think I am?

Walls up against the world

Vulnerability safely disguised

Behind a mask of self confidence

Beneath an elaborate costume

Stumble disoriented, across the stage

Infinity mirrors and madness

Reach out a hand to steady

Not expecting to find yours

Firm and strong, but tender

Who do you think you are?

Climbing these walls

And tearing away this disguise?

And for the moment I remember

It was you who gathered the fragments

And put me back together

Header image: Infinity Mirror Room – Yayoi Kusama