Life’s Reflections Cauterized

Reflections of past…my muse

Reflections
Life’s Reflections Cauterized

Understanding reflections…

In the silence of my mind,
there is an urging, a yearning to be heard,
and reflection I do find
of what the outside had done,
what laid waste to my intentions,
and I in desperation
write furiously to rid my bones
of this constant ache,
that sees the balance
between myself and the world thrown.

The pen can never stop,
for what needs reckoning is endless,
like an echo that never dies, and
I am forced to try,
to write this dark sonnet down,
so silence will know my voice at rest,
my inner volume at best to lull,
and hope will rise like the sun upon my beaches,
and warmth shall rest my eyes
to not see this cycle I abide.

Driven to express this life manifest,
what is and has allowed me to doubt,
and learn from the dark mistakes and failings
I have held for understanding,
that ring like bells in my silent void,
erring me to side with grace
but to write it all for prosperity,
and know that in my outpouring
I will remember,
and peal back my life to necessity.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “Life’s Reflections Cauterized

  • September 19, 2016 at 4:41 PM
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    Very nicely expressed, Tony. You know yourself so well and I admire that. Well done, dear poet.

    First stanza, last line: is is ‘the’ or ‘my’ ?

  • September 19, 2016 at 5:37 PM
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    Great, so genuine there across its entirety. That opening stanza grabbed at my heart, as I relate to it so very much. However, I have yet to allow myself to write furiously, its all mostly there kept inside, until it simply has to purge itself and look back.

    Such an effective closing line…
    ‘peal back my life to necessity’

    love it.

    Best,
    Mel

  • September 19, 2016 at 6:30 PM
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    Glad you related Mel, my writing is so often furious as I never seem to be able to sate what lies within. Its I guess the reason I’m so prolific, just can’t seem to find an end to it. Not that I want to. lol Cheers!

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