View From The Northern Wall: At A Loss

Monday, January 28, 2013

At A Loss

Sharing the mountain top with monkeys...

So what shall I do next? Hmmm. I just noticed a stack of bills... Maybe I will pay bills... Or do the dishes... Or take a bath...

At A Loss

I don't know how to
ease your pain, offer you peace,
raise the dead, roll time
back before that choice,
let you know I was the one,
tell you I love you.

I don't know how to
strip this aching from my bones.

At a loss, I go.

July 25, 2010 11:47 PM

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WanderFebruary 11, 2013 at 3:03 PM
This is beautiful Chris
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

The View From The Northern Wall

Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.

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