There is an ache in the world.

[PrinceMyshkin]

If you listen with your gut,
with your undermind, you can feel
the held breath of the world,
a million secrets
dying to be spilled.
There is an ache in the world..

There is an ache in the world
so heavy that the earth
tilts,
yearning toward some other orbit.

I am not meant to be here,
the world intones under its breath,
fixed like an inarticulate lover
to the gravity of its hopeless love.

[blazeofglory]

If you listen with your gut,
with your undermind, you can feel
the held breath of the world,
a million secrets
dying to be spilled.
There is an ache in the world..

There is an ache in the world
so heavy that the earth
tilts,
yearning toward some other orbit.

I am not meant to be here,
the world intones under its breath,
fixed like an inarticulate lover
to the gravity of its hopeless love.


My friend what you thought is awefully true, and of course the world is not without woes. Aches, yes everytime I feel, to be verytrue to you my friend it is all the time. When it is not there, it is under hibernation, and again it awakens to its full strenght and swallows me.

Not that there are not moments of joys, and of course there are too many, and some are really memorable, and we love to remember them, yet the truth is even our moments of joys are not purely without aches.

I feel the whole creation is full of aches. There is friction everywhere, and no moments go unspent without pains.

Love is pain, and meeting and departing, both moments are not devoid of pains.

But I feel pains and joys come from the same source, and that is the heart. Without pains I believe, joys can not be formed.

And indeed it is the difference that distiunguishes one from the other. Pains exist and that harbingers the cooming of joys. They are a comminglin, a blending, and one supports the other.

your topic is really tellingly intersting, and of course, it is deepening. You have through your beautifu poem touched the inside of me. I got moved and in fact it spoke of all that I very deeply belieive in.

Pains is a reality, and life can not go without them. Think the very birth of baby is painful. Both the baby and mother undergo untter painfull moments.

Of course pains precede joys.

[AwayAloneAlast]

I very much enjoy'd this poem, Myshkin. There is a certain depth of thought that shines through in a most powerful way herein, and I find the sentiment of the poem, at least as I perceive it, resonating very strongly with me.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I very much enjoy'd this poem, Myshkin. There is a certain depth of thought that shines through in a most powerful way herein, and I find the sentiment of the poem, at least as I perceive it, resonating very strongly with me.

Many thanks, AwayAloneSoonToBeUnitedWithSomeone!

[Pendragon]

The Earth of all the planets aches
because of all the planets
only Earth must bear a burden
if not actually a curse—

The Earth groans beneath creatures
that rob her of her recourses—
that take without giving back—
and so hurry her demise

Ever wonder why it is that the Earth
wobbles a kilter off upright on its axis?
Bowed back from carrying
too much of a burden…

[AuntShecky]

Though I can't figure out the rationale behind the seemingly random line breaks, I think that this posting from Prince is a thought-provoking piece.
On the other hand, the tendency of the present century (as well as the two centuries preceding it) toward romantic sentimentality is nearly obsessive. For instance, it was Lawrence Durrell ( I believe) who said: "D.H. Lawrence attempted to make a good. . ." [you-know-what; it starts with an "f"] . . .seem like the Taj Mahal."

[PrinceMyshkin]

Though I can't figure out the rationale behind the seemingly random line breaks, I think that this posting from Prince is a thought-provoking piece.

Insofar as there is any method to my madness, it is to break my lines in accordance with one's breath, but occasionally - as in the single syllable tilt - for dramatic emphasis.

On the other hand, the tendency of the present century (as well as the two centuries preceding it) toward romantic sentimentality is nearly obsessive. For instance, it was Lawrence Durrell ( I believe) who said: "D.H. Lawrence attempted to make a good. . ." [you-know-what; it starts with an "f"] Is it perhaps "fudge" or "farrago"?. . .seem like the Taj Mahal."[/QUOTE]

[firefangled]

What a mystery this feeling is in the world, that at one time or another, no matter our persistence with our life, we feel we should be somewhere else. You have captured this well.

I think this may be what is mistakenly called Original Sin.

I loved reading this. Isolating tilts does make the reader unavoidably give it an audible emphasis. Very nice.