A Hollowing
A Hollowing is one in a series of poems as part of the Repressionist Movement. The Repressionist's, whose poetry seeks to encapsulate the mood and human experience of our day, were formed by Tina Twito, William S. Tribel and J L Carey Jr...
Repressionist poem
10-28-2011
"Hug the ghosts of warmth around you"
- Thomas Wolfe
A Hollowing
There was an inaudible voice that spoke to you
Sotto Voce, its breath kissing you like autumn
Wind and the free-fall of a hundred blushing leaves
There was a rhythm to it, almost a cadence
As the crows nested and the decomposers worked
To empty out the moldering and brittle core
It murmured, haunting like a reoccurring dream
Where ink-black ants tunneled within a hollowing
And the diligent worms searched for what was missing
There was a voice, low, almost recognizable,
Rising from the earth, resonating from the roots
That furrowed like the tongues of innumerous dead
And you listened, stilled, your ear pressed tight to the ground,
To mother's breast, her heart beating as the crows flew,
You understood that what had been missing… was you.
Repressionist poem
10-28-2011
"Hug the ghosts of warmth around you"
- Thomas Wolfe
A Hollowing
There was an inaudible voice that spoke to you
Sotto Voce, its breath kissing you like autumn
Wind and the free-fall of a hundred blushing leaves
There was a rhythm to it, almost a cadence
As the crows nested and the decomposers worked
To empty out the moldering and brittle core
It murmured, haunting like a reoccurring dream
Where ink-black ants tunneled within a hollowing
And the diligent worms searched for what was missing
There was a voice, low, almost recognizable,
Rising from the earth, resonating from the roots
That furrowed like the tongues of innumerous dead
And you listened, stilled, your ear pressed tight to the ground,
To mother's breast, her heart beating as the crows flew,
You understood that what had been missing… was you.
Published by J L Carey Jr
J L Carey Jr, Author of the book Turning Pages, is a writer and an artist living in Michigan with his wife and three children. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from National University and a BA in Englis... View profile
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10 Comments
Post a CommentThis is great. Thanks for the educational moment about the Repessionist form of poetry.
So much meaning in what is happening around us that we take for granted; the pulse of life beats everywhere, every nano-second. Profound - siva
Wonderful poetry!
:)
Ditto what Rama said, and the tree pic complements the poem perfectly.
Ditto what Tina said. Haunting and eloquent.
Wow. Amazing piece. I react to it differently each time I read it. It is light and darkness at once. Absolutely love it.
This is the absolute best poem I've read in a long time. It needs to be read over and then again. thank you.
This is amazing work...I have read it over and over, each time feeling and learning something new...beautiful
***** cool!! *****