~Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us, tendril and spray Clutch and cling? —T.S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton", Collected Poems 1909-1962
Tendrils Twining written January 21st, 2021
Tendrils twining tightly around pulling me towards? or is it away? or apart into pieces? wrapped tightly by tendrils twining these cherished treasures I have been pulled into resting here held safe while the world builds around over them and me and us until we are seen no more known no more remembered no more tendrils twining tightly around.
A friend used the word "tendrils" in a story, and I fall in love with words. Then I found the same word in a poem I was reading. It is nice to just let go and see where the words go.
Sing the beloved Young lover, from far away Often, desire the night It overtakes us In an endless uproar We soon lost sight of the sun Listen as it makes itself hollow Where are the years between You and the surging abyss Lay there relieved with the sweetness Of a gentle world made for you Dreaming, flushed with what fevers Entangled in the tendrils Of inner event
I wonder if you ever reach out Hoping to find the curve of my body Connecting with yours at 4 in the morning I wonder if you ever get lost in reverie Looking for my love at twilight when the rest of the world Is soundly sleeping off the day left behind You move through time without letting it latch on I wonder if you ever miss my name, on the tip of your tongue Think and long for those five letters to form a song But you would not listen to it even if it were to be sung I wonder if you ever miss my heavy thinking And how I would share those mesmerizing nightmares Those midnight tendrils with you I wonder I wonder, I wonder Oh how I wish to come home
I hate how anxiety even affects my sleep, its black sickly tendrils slithering into my mind and wrapping around my dreams, one by one. Gripping tightly and ensnaring its prey as it twists its scaly body around my soft dreams, suffocating them with its serpentine embrace. A ****** mist permeates my mind as I awaken from my slumber; dead dreams are all I see now. A mental battlefield strewn with the cold corpses of my hopes and dreams. Anxiety came like a thief in the night and took nothing, but killed everything. Sorrow is quickly snuffed out and replaced with rage. Rage and a new kind of hunger. My esurient soul is now ravenous for vengeance. This corpeal soul shall wage war of the likes only seen in legends of ancient battles between deities and monsters of long lost myths. My demons have won this battle, but the war has just begun
It was like an abyss. Swirling with emptiness, Consuming. Black nothingness. The color was like dark ink on white paper, Slowly creeping across untouched perfection, Staining the starkness. It reminded me of a lionfish, Slow and poisonous. Reaching 300 feet, The sun still breaks the surface with it's tendrils moving with the ocean, Scattering patterns, Creatures, The vulnerable into a predators' jaws. The deep dark. Where the fear of emptiness waits, Where the sun cannot reach, Rushing water filling your lungs, Where lungs cannot be lungs but filled with that dark ink. Your lungs thin as paper, Stained by the cold currents that continue to fill the empty space. Paralyzed while everything turns black.
Watching the nothingness consume you but not having the power to control it.
My hope is sequestered in a black void; it is hopelessly adrift in a tumultuous mass of negativity that devours any veins of light that dare to reveal themselves.
I would follow it into the blackness if the thick, poisonous tendrils of gloom didn't bar my way. It seems that any heartfelt attempts at breaking down the blockage results in terrible growth of the tendrils, and so I'm emptily bound; my emotion has seeped into nonexistence.
"let's be still" Blared through comforting headphones "No, no, let's dance, let's dance" The little tendrils jiggled in anticipation "let us join that glorious dance" But no, 'tis not the time Though the energy rises And yearning, yearning, yearning My heart does cry - too soon! Too soon!!! Jumping into a dance With one foot Does not bide well for any dancing partner The little tendrils sighed - but may continue to grow Time over time over time The blood will settle in this wound Coagulate Cover over And soon - time over time over time Fall off to reveal shiny new And stronger, much stronger And the dance will be all the sweeter Devouring Let's be still Let's be still Oh still my beating, acheing, yearning heart! **** it! Won't you still!