Monday, December 23, 2013

Attendance

When the light fails,
I'm forced to attend

to the echo of spiders
at the split of a branch
and to my own level breath,
clear and intact,

as beat follows beat of my heart

through the mean of the night
till morning.

Some Sunday Whirl words for Open Link Monday at Real Toads.

25 comments:

Sioux said...

In nine short lines, you condense a moment even further...

Happy holidays, Mama Zen.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have really captured the silence and loneliness that some nights bring with them.

Pealogic said...

Love the articulation of night, "the mean of the night". Scrumptious.

Jae Rose said...

Those spiders can be loud in their insistence..hope they were swiftly attended to..clever wordplay all wrapped up in an intriguing piece..

Jinksy said...

A moment of calm with many layers, thanks to your lovely words.

Robert Bourne said...

you have penned the haunting feeling of lonely nights well...

Laura said...

So present with what simply is… beautifully written. Wishing you joy and peace now and always.

Susie Clevenger said...

There are nights that are so lonely when I am surrounded by people...even then I haunted by the silence within...a beautiful expression of lonely Mama Zen

Susan said...

"Forced to attend," yes, but with "level breath"--a level that takes such loss of Light for the temporary condition it is despite the deafening heartbeat, cracks and echos. Mighty poem.

steph said...

to the echo of spiders on the split of a branch.. great word choice. The silence that implies.. wonderful.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

The echo of spiders in the split of a branch- what a line to accent the silence and aloneness of such a night.

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

THIS IS TOTALLY AWESOME. I think because it is so close to the heart, the essence of life, the intangibility of the soul. Well, whatever, it is just very cool.

Brian Miller said...

got to be pretty quiet to hear the echo of the spider...and the beat of the heart...the nights alone are like that though....

kaykuala said...

Great wordle in not so many words. Nicely MZ!

Hank

oldegg said...

For spiders nights can be beautiful but even better the first light of arachnid dawn when the bounty is counted.

Vandana Sharma said...

and life goes on...........

blueoran said...

I got the vibe of the old schoolroom ritual of attendance, duties of the beginning of the school day, a form of suiting up for the grander duties of wakefulness which here are reversed but are just as true in their opposite calibrations to what comes after dark. A duty to the dark self of sleep and dreams and the wild persona who takes over when our day is ended. Ten-hut!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

"the echo of spiders", the "mean of the night" - create such a lost, sad feeling. Hoping the morning brings more love in attendance!

Gemma Wiseman said...

The image of spiders at night made me think of those little things that grow into monsters in the dark of night. Fears in the silence and the blindness that don't quite dispel till morning light. A lovely dark mystery in this piece.

manicddaily said...

As someone who sometimes suffers from insomnia, I found this compelling--the mean of the night especially--great word play--I don't have so many spiders as rather a roaring. Agh. Merry Christmas, MZ. (On another subject, I hope!) K.

Herotomost said...

This reminds me of that moment between dark and dusk that promises hope but gets meaner still in its coldness and shackling of times flow. I have worked on those nights, feet frozen, ears crisp and my watch seemingly too icy to move at a normal speed. Great writing MZ.

Mary said...

And sometimes those nights can be SO long!

Kay L. Davies said...

I seem to have a one-track mind these days, your first line screamed to me of global warming, fracking and the collapse of Planet Earth.
I'm so glad your mind didn't go where mine went. I love your last two lines.
Oh, and I keep meaning to say this, and forgetting, but my holiday reading will be all Toads. You, Shay, Joy, Marian, Susie...several lovely books waiting for my delectation.
Hugs to you and Baby Puppy, best wishes to Daddy Zen, and may you all live happily in gecko-land in this and the coming year.
K

Fireblossom said...

You know it's bad when the echo of spiders keeps you awake. There is nothing worse than wakefulness when you don't want to be.

grapeling said...

I shouldn't have drank coffee so late last night. Happy day, MZ ~