Strings of the Earth: A Poem

Poems crop up like new flowers in soil. I enjoy crafting them, working through the lines like gardeners run their hands through soil. Here is the newest poem from the christyb mind, Strings of the Earth.

A View of Earth from Saturn

A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)

Strings of the Earth

The Earth hunches over you,
Playing you like a marionette doll
With strings you do not see above
Your uncombed hair, cigarette-stained
Teeth, and water-soaked dreams.

Your mind dances with the shadows of
Days when you allowed yourself to
Care for other flesh-covered bodies, while
Today you pull at the stubble on your chin
With a dislike for what your fingers
Find so easily.

Into your headphones you dive, with the
Force of a shark searching for its next
Morsel, as you cover yourself with lyrics that
Reinforce your disdain for relationships.

You turn up the volume, hopeful that
The lack of hope playing in your ears
Will provide you with another excuse to
Pack more layers of soil around your heart
And around your eyes, that both fear
How they ache for another look at her face.

Β©2013 Christy Birmingham

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43 thoughts on “Strings of the Earth: A Poem

  1. Satyakam Biswas

    Liked the fluidity..the use of time as a backdrop and evident strive for a sort of decadence. ..loved the use of allegory too..thanks for sharing.

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  2. Sean Michael Kelly (@TheLdrshipGeek)

    Christy, again another deeply emotive work of art.

    “You turn up the volume, hopeful that
    The lack of hope playing in your ears
    Will provide you with another excuse to
    Pack more layers of soil around your heart
    And around your eyes, that both fear
    How they ache for another look at her face.”

    Wow! That’s powerful. “pack more layers of soil around your heart” so graphically visual you can nearly smell the soil and feel it in your fingers.

    I love this. Also glad it isn’t biographical. πŸ™‚

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  3. filbio

    This one is so good. I can almost feel the pain/despair/distain and hurt over someone who does not care for or trust relationships.

    “Into your headphones you dive, with the
    Force of a shark searching for its next
    Morsel, as you cover yourself with lyrics that
    Reinforce your disdain for relationships.”

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  4. Corrie Woerde

    Thank you sweetie,your words touched me deeply…
    and they tell me to unpack my heart ,throw away all those layers,build up out of fear to be hurt again..and to reopen my heart,soul and mind … πŸ˜‰

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  5. Aquileana

    Hello Christy!!!;

    Another great poem here…. I really liked it.

    in the first verses we can recognize the presence of a force that exceeds human freedom, meaning the puppeteer (fate / god) that “holds strings we do not see above”.

    I think this poetic image is very eloquent.
    It places the prideful main character in a passive role (marionette doll); which is almost an irony…

    In the second paragraph you play with a temporary regression.

    I like how you associate the fact of dancing with shadows with Past itself, which is undoubtely the kingdom of shadows (memories)

    Then you use another pair of opposites: light / present and shadow / past to highlight the oppsoition

    In addition you include the oscillating attitude of the character, renforcing the pair of opposites Past/present.

    He goes from “care for other flesh-covered bodies” (in the past) to his current attitude of disdain (“TODAY, you pull at the stubble on your chin / with a dislike for what your fingers / Find so easily “)

    Indifference is here a self-imposed construction, built to reinforce denial.

    This is shown by the fact that he puts on on headphones, in order to dive in lyrics and music; just to let it go, and to forget everything

    Besides turning up the volumne helps him to increase the dissociation effect needed to
    “Pack more layers of soil around the heart”…

    Just because listening to his heart would go against him

    Just to avoid the mere possibility of having to surrender to love. Humbly…

    Thanks for this beautiful poem, my friend,

    Sending you love ; Aquileana πŸ™‚

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Amalia,
      I adore the way you take the poem under your microscope of understanding here.

      You are quite right to say that the “shadows” speak of memories. Instead of saying “he remembers,” I choose to say he is in “shadows.” Another way to voice the moment, without being so obscure readers do not understand the words.

      I enjoy the way you pick up on the tiny details, which are planted there like the “soil” around the heart… You see intention in my words and, as a writer, that brings me great pleasure.

      I adore you, my lovely friend! Sending love,

      Christy

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  6. Valerie Caraotta

    Christy,
    I can no longer attempt to try and figure out how your brilliant mind can capture the essence of so much. Your depth of expression is exemplary and your word choice is enlightening. I will never possess this depth of expression but am beginning to enjoy the journey with you weekly and often now can’t wait to see what Christyb will deliver. I am learning much from some rich comments and this time Aquileana’s insights made me triple read it to better understand poetry insight. Bless you all for enriching me weekly. Like a child in a candy shop I am enjoying these nuggets for the soul.
    What a beautiful gift of expression shared with others.
    You said it so well about wanting to protect the heart and fear.

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    1. Aquileana

      Thanks Valerie for having mentioned me in your comment.
      I really appreciate it…

      I absolutely agree with you on your views in reference to ChristyΒ΄s beautiful poetry, and enjoy her deliveries as well.

      Wishing you the best;

      Aquileana πŸ™‚

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    2. Christy Birmingham Post author

      How wonderful Valerie that you are taking in both the poems and the comments from readers here – there is so much to learn and nestle within.. if only we choose to see what is around us. Thanks for such high praise, which leaves me beaming, smiling, content.

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  7. lscotthoughts

    Christy, you had me at “a marionette doll!” Seriously, I have always loved your creative use of metaphors and always will. Wonderful writing! By the way, your book came yesterday! Yay! Have a lovely day, as you deserve it! β™₯

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  8. Maggie Crooks

    This is marvelous. The marionette, the strings, the layers of soil!! I feel that way so often. And then, diving like a shark into my headphones. The first thing I thought there is, “I tried to do that today, but my headphones are broken.” And they are. Darn! Beautiful imagery. I have chills.

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Maggie, I appreciate the enthusiasm you have for this poem! It is wonderful to have you explain your understanding for the lines and getting the “chills” means we were able to connect via the written word. Wonderful!

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  9. Sue Dreamwalker

    You captured the strings of so many on Earth held within their own spheres of illusion Christy A wonderful poem that I read out aloud twice as I thought of those who never look up but are tuned into another dimension of their Ipods and who miss so much of the real music the Earth is playing
    Love Sue xox

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Yes, Sue, I think many people choose to surround themselves with music and other distractions that keep them from pondering the ‘hard’ questions… such as life’s purpose or why we are hurting the environment every day… Thanks for your wonderful feedback on the poem!

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Andra, I see too much emotion in your writing for you to fall into this numb situation… If you were about to fall into the hold of numbness, I would offer my hand to help steady you so you would not fall x

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  11. Julie Catherine

    This poem is brilliant, Christy, with masterful use of metaphor and a richness of emotion that gave me goosebumps. Wonderful write, my friend, loved it. xoxox

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