Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Please Leave the House, Dear

Please leave the house, dear.
Oh, I know that a gargoyle
is hiding in the umbrella stand and
a labyrinth of spiders is waiting in
the dark corner of the hallway to
occupy your hair.

I know that you can't go out wearing this, and
this happens to be attached to your body and
you're trailing drops of blood down
your legs from out your middle and
you haven't learnt to filter out the frantic
braying of demented goats lining the roadside.

But the big tall man is a terrified boy and
the young girl is scared but assured and
the old man is snoring and dreaming and
the baby is spouting wisdom out
through his babbles and they are, right now at least,
occupying the streets.

7 comments:

  1. I don't think I'm meant to know what it means, Sue, but it certainly came from a very interesting place, as ever:)

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  2. Well, I'm not entirely sure what it means either, Harry, but if you look at it as someone who finds it hard to leave the house telling herself to, well, leave the house, you'll be pretty much on the right track  :) 

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  3. I'd say there are one or two other levels of meaning in there, Sue. Right? Comfort zones and the like?:)

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  4. Yeah, absolutely.  The house is yourself, isn't it.  But damned if I know what the goats are :)

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  5. Maybe... I am that which 'I' seek... an 'own goal' which wins the league:)

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  6. This is really good, Sue.  Touches such an unconscious place in me and stirs very strong emotion.
    Thanks,
    Brad

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  7. Ooh, that's good to hear, Brad.  Thanks for the feedback :)

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I'm Sue. I'm a writer and a thinker, and I veer from whining to exulting about a mishmash of topics on this blog ~ from creativity to the future to spirituality to health issues. I have had chronic fatigue syndrome/pyroluria for the past 14 years so there's a bit of whining.

I also venture into the territory of pondering God on here, though I have never known what that/she is, and I know now even less than I did before. I'm even cool with there being no god at all. I find fundamentalists in whatever part of life to be ultra tiresome. I once would have called myself a Christian but I have never held to any kind of organised religion. I think religion is really ultimately about story.

But then, I tend to think everything is about story.

I hold the belief that one day scientists and mystics will meet in the centre of the room and kiss each other, and discover they have been exploring the same thing all along.

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