What is Hidden in Ourselves?

What is hidden in crevices, tiny tide pools, our obscure and wayward selves? Our main narrative, who we are, what we’ve been through, how we think of ourselves, our stories, the way we present ourselves to others, what if that falls away? Our mainstream still, empty, non-existent. Creeping out of the shadows, slithery, bat-like things, or fairies, gnomes, sylphs and undines, or a cast of characters of every shade and tenor, or visions of sublime beings composed of light? Would the inner child – of fears and magic – creep out? Would we utter pure poetry, mad phrases? Would stray, incoherent thoughts stream by, seed fluffs floating, promising blossoms? Can we surprise ourselves? Do we know ourselves? Are we open to stories of our lives that don’t fit the main narratorial road we’ve carved out of the mountains and sand and ocean of our experiences? Can we accommodate our minorities, submerged selves, to create an inner democracy between what composes us? Listen to stray thoughts on the edge of your consciousness – what do you hear?

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I wrote this prosepoem 5 years ago, but edited it for Big Tent Poetry’s June 4th poetry prompt: where will our wild things be?

Sure… it’s a rephrasing of the question posed by Big Tent’s auteurs, but you can see from my piece, I understand what’s being asked! ::grins::

(I’ve been all those things – sublime vision of light, and yes the slithery bat self -when I dare!)

The Lady and the Chimera, 12″ x 9″, 30.5 x 23cm, oil on canvas, 2010.

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About Brenda Clews

poet, painter, videopoet, editor blogs at Rubies in Crystal: http://brendaclews.blogspot.com art website: http://brendaclews.com videopoems: http://goo.gl/zdpZ5
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10 Responses to What is Hidden in Ourselves?

  1. Carolee says:

    I love that question, “are we open to the stories of our lives that don’t fit …?” thank you for posting this.

  2. Mary says:

    So many good questions here. Fascinating to think of all the minorities within us that have to find a way to get along!

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/tauranga-jet-boat-ride.html

  3. Tumblewords says:

    We appear to be individual dichotomies, for sure. And never sure! Nicely said.

  4. Deb says:

    Oh, what wonderful questions. So glad you brought it back for the prompt. Each sentence built wonderful feelings and images, and while I truly loved the bat self, this line captivated me: “Can we accommodate our minorities, submerged selves, to create an inner democracy between what composes us?” What a great way of talking about our selves.

    • brendaclews says:

      And we are, aren’t we? Crowds within ourselves.

      Thanks, Deb. A lovely comment!

      Also, I had gotten that prosepoem out to perhaps add to the end of a silly dance in your baggy shorts in the livingroom video, but chose something else. Anyway, the video itself is my daring to do something I’ve wanted to do but have never dared! But it won’t be up at YouTube for days or maybe a week, too late.

      :smiles:

  5. S.L. Corsua says:

    I like how it flows; it gives an eerie sense of all those questions, congregating into a bigger body, moving as one — a bigger question, approaching.

    “Are we open to stories of our lives that don’t fit the main narratorial road we’ve carved out of the mountains and sand and ocean of our experiences?”

    That line has a ring of a booming voice to it.

    Thanks for sharing this prose poem. Cheers.

    • Brenda Clews says:

      We are simply a bunch of stories, aren’t we. Even our ideas of who we are, our selves, are narratorial episodes informed by cultural models that we fashion ourselves after. And there is certainly a main story in each of us -the one we might tell in a biography. But of course we are composed of slippages, a highly sensitive nervous system continually detecting the environment, an intelligence that’s fearsome on the planet, appraising, evaluating, comparing, copying or rejecting. We are composed of many sides, many stories. Perhaps we’ve repressed some of that divergence to hold to one main narration of who we are. What would the crowd that we possibly are be like if we gave voice to what’s hidden, repressed in us?

      The questions still fascinate me. I especially appreciate your response, S.L. -you’ve clearly grasped the larger flow. And then I went to your writing site and wow. Wow. Thanks for dropping by!

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