mountains meet the sea

[caelycate]

there are certain places in this world
that you wish you could pluck up
and stick into your pocket

i carry with me
the place where the mountains meet the sea
where rock meets water
and one folds into the other
seamlessly

[caelycate]

We paint on alabaster faces
That cover what we may be
We paint to cover up
What we don’t want anyone else to see
It’s not that we’re perfect
It’s just that we’re scared

So why do you peel away my façade
With your perfect vision of me?
Perfect from the root to the bud
And how do you see all the fissures
All the cracks in my façade?
How do you see me at all?

We take pains to tuck away every blemish
To conceal any trace of vulnerability
Well how can we do anything else?
Except paint on our alabaster faces
And pray that we don’t fall

[caelycate]

people
i love you people
all of my fellow people
i love you

because if i was alone on this earth
then my existence would be too vast
and too lonely

i would spend my days meandering
i would stare at the ocean, so big and wild
so deep and long
i would stare the mountians,
those paper pieces jutting up
from the beginning of the earth
carving their shapes into the sky

i would fall asleep under so many stars
little tears in the ink ceiling
bright burning fossils
older than all of this loneliness that surrounds
i could spend my whole life naming them
and i would name them after you

my fellow people
all of my fellow people
whom i love

[sparr0w]

Okay, as I really love all three of these, I will respond to each seperately, if you don't mind. The first was "Mountains Meet The Sea". This is my favorite kind of prose. I love something that captures a simple moment or image, something that means so much to you, and you wish would mean so much to me. For me, it invoked memories of Mexico, where I spend a little over a year in a motel near the beaches of Ensenada. There is not much more to say here, as the best things in life manage few words, and this is quite a compliment. Now, on to "Alabaster". I have to admit, the first thing that came to mind for me were the "popular" people back in high school. The Jocks, the cheerleaders, the rich, those I perceived as flawless. Oh, how time (even short time, in my case. I'm only 23) earns one perspective. In particular, the lines "It's not that we're perfect. It's just that we're scared" hit home for me. I have to admit, I was never part of the "perfect" crowd. Quite the opposite, in the late nineties, I was part of the raver and goth crowds. We prided ourselves for being "different", though in hindsight, we were really only conforming to our own enviroments. The great paradoxes of high school, right? That's pretty much what I got from this one, that strangely the more "perfect" or "flawless" one tries to portray themselves as, the more problems they are really trying to conceal. Strikingly honest. My hat is tipped. Okay, then, the last one is called "Lonely For You People". I found this one particularly intersting, in the way that, although the general idea is certainly preserved throughout the piece, there is a somewhat wandering feeling in the middle, where though the overall idea is not lost on the reader, there is a brief departure into a short "ramble". This is a great compliment, because, and this is only my opinion, it is important to not be monotonal throughout a piece. Overall, I love your style, and if you wouldn't mind, I would appreciate you sending me a personal message whenever you post something new so I can check it out. Thank you so much for writing, friend! Peace- Chris

[firefangled]

there are certain places in this world
that you wish you could pluck up
and stick into your pocket

i carry with me
the place where the mountains meet the sea
where rock meets water
and one folds into the other
seamlessly

I like the way you said, i carry with me... not i carry in my mind or heart... this makes the place very tangible as if you have held it out in your hands to show it to us.

[djy78usa]

there are certain places in this world
that you wish you could pluck up
and stick into your pocket

i carry with me
the place where the mountains meet the sea
where rock meets water
and one folds into the other
seamlessly

Reminds me of the Inside Passage in southeast Alaska

[V.Jayalakshmi]

Dear caelycate,

I liked the lines

"So why do you peel away my façade
With your perfect vision of me?
Perfect from the root to the bud
And how do you see all the fissures
All the cracks in my façade?
How do you see me at all?

Yes,I have often wondered why we have to feel the facade one wears?The veryb acceptance that everyone moves with a facade,is consoling me.Social facade,emotional facade and general facade,but deep down all are lonely.Does that matter?Yes,many times at night when we look at ourselves,it does matter.Learning to look at myself was the error.

Anyway carry on for there are others with you too.Best wishes.

[caelycate]

thank you for the replies everyone! i really, really appreciate it. it was really interesting to see what everyone got out of each piece. that is the power of poetry - we take from it what we need, and save it for a rainy day.