Phronemophobia

by The Queen   May 31, 2013


There is something in the morning air
that makes me unsteady
on my feet,

the way it salutes
the hem of my dress,
or embeds heartfelt kisses
upon my bare skin,

still, there is something,
in the morning air...
that makes me
a little ill.

I was never fond of flying, but
I am filled with rocket fuel;
nevermind I'm still standing
on a blade, on a spear
of hybrid grass.

The sun shall rise; the starved grass thrive,
the sight of flying birds will soon grow
into a dozen of tiny
dark spots,

and as the morning air
strums a familiar tune,
I know it's my cue to leave
it all behind...

perhaps, I'll think of you
another time.

*Written for FOP Challenge [Thanks, Britt] - [Bolero]

Copyright (C) 2013 by EvanescentMoon.
24.05.13

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    [Judging comment from week of 6/03/13]:

    I have never in my life heard of the fear of thinking, and I really had to contemplate on this piece about what the author is saying. I think it was perfectly expressed in a unique way the flow of thoughts, sometimes quite random, that overtake our minds, and even if we try "by force", they still remain there in remnants. What I understood from this piece is that the author is stepping out into the crisp morning air, and like the start of a new day, is trying to move ahead, and not think back and remember this "you". I also think she is noticing details around her, the way the wind and air is almost exuding power, and the more she ponders about it, the more she'll be at the hands of it. I loved the ending of moving ahead from that haze, that uncertainty in the air that could cause her at any time to stop and remember. Intriguing piece!

  • 4 years ago

    by L

    Double entry...

  • 4 years ago

    by L

    Judge comment weekly contest jun 10, 2013

    This poem comes alive with thoughts and implants them on mine. I enjoyed the imagery and the voice of the poem. I'm glad The Queen added a note as to what inspired this piece. At first I was not completely sure what the whole poem was about. Upon reading the first stanza, I thought it was about dancing but later on I realized the existence of the title and how it ties down with the ending. So all in all, this was a great poem that one too many can relate in some way or another, or will be immerse in the voice and imagery it has.
    My favorite lines:
    I was never fond of flying, but
    I am filled with rocket fuel;
    nevermind I'm still standing
    on a blade, on a spear
    of hybrid grass.

    ^^ this right here is a gem of sound for me

  • 4 years ago

    by Britt

    Judge comment:

    This poem holds so much imagery it's just absolutely gorgeous. The beginning of the poem is so interested, especially the part about the hem of the dress, and uneasiness.. very creative. I can't quite wrap my head around what the poet meant but I instantly thought of waking up from a dream that she didn't want to wake from. The morning brought her this ill-feeling because whatever was in her subconscious was much better. The whole poem felt of daydreaming.. so wistful and meaningful, but also very sad. I would love to hear the interpretation of this poem! :)

  • 4 years ago

    by Renegade Angel

    I cannot tell you how much I loved this poem, just because it sounded like that from a famous poem.

    I loved the beginning stanza and how it just marked the beauty of how morning stumbles upon us. I feel the same :)