17 January 2014

Inwardness

My small tribute to Susan Sontag on her birthday 1/17 is HERE. Today I am moving the poem from that posting to this location so I can place it in the Poets United Poetry Pantry #185:



                         Inwardness


    Life was cushioned and dull until she en-tered books' portals and lived other lives besides her own—dangerous dreaming time in parallel universes she half recognized in déjà vu dizziness—naked characters dilemma-driven at crossroads of life and death wrestling with logic and emotion. 
     She listened whole-heartedly,
eavesdropping on mysteries of silence
that perplexed her in the everyday
with books shut and eyes on parents, pets,
teachers and classmates—
     She closed and hugged her novel
recognizing in nature each life as
a closed book with covers and inward
dimensions.
     She, too, designed a cover to protect
her inner spaciousness, growing like a tree
or iceberg greater beneath the surface.



Copyright © 2014 by S.L.Chast






17 comments:

Brian Miller said...

each life as
a closed book with covers and inward
dimensions.

very cool lines that...and i can relate to her...books were my escape early on in life...to places beyond where i was...

Robert Bourne said...

oh this was good.. one enters different worlds when you turn pages read the lines and what lays between those lines...

Pealogic said...

What a fab metaphor!
Ciao
Pea

Kenia Cris said...

Oh I love it. And it's so relatable. I've been thinking a lot about it lately, how little of people we can see on the surface, what sort of magic and treasures they hide underneath the impressions we make of them.

This is really beautiful.

<3

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wonderful. I am especially admiring of your three closing lines. Great poem, Susan!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Susan--I so feel this--really a great piece!

Mary said...

I like the last stanza. Enjoyed thinking about designing a cover to protect inner spaciousness. Perhaps something we all do or SHOULD do. Also liked the tree and iceberg comparison. So much that one cannot see under the surface....of anyone.

Nataša Dolenc said...

great poem.. the last lines in particular.

Wabi Sabi said...

Turning the ship inward has saved many a life! Especially loved the ending! Lovely!

Loredana Donovan said...

I love the idea of a cover protecting inner spaciousness where we can grow ... sometimes we need to retreat inward to create, to contemplate. Lovely, Susan! :)

kelvin s.m. said...

...greater 'neath the surface----i loved that.... didn't know anything 'bout her but she seemed to be a very wonderful woman... smiles... thanks for sharing...

PT said...

growing like a tree
or iceberg greater beneath the surface....How truly depicting the truth of life!

madhumakhi said...

"dangerous dreaming time in parallel universes she half recognized in déjà vu dizziness". I've felt that before and you've found the choicest words to describe it. I liked the idea of a cover but the cover can't protect us from being read, can it?

Ankita said...

Lovely lines especially the ending ones..:)

Sumana Roy said...


'each life as a closed book with covers and inward dimensions.'....love the expression and the tree and iceberg imagery.....


Kim Nelson said...

I love the way you allude to depth of character in the last few lines. Very nicely constructed.

Maniparna Sengupta Majumder said...

"eavesdropping on mysteries of silence"..loved this line ..great imagery used ..wonderful !