Symbolic Scribbles Series #013-2

Last series #012-2 featured something unexpected and fun: @Samantha Lazar and @seamus gilkey began a real dialogue back and forth...and it continues, still. Enjoy!

If you’d like to see the chain of evolution check out Series #012-2 Here

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We kick off Series #013-2 with

the return of seamus gilkey and a reply from

Samantha Lazar

in this (still) continuing poetic conversation

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i don’t have fingers —

seamus gilkey

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we (all) know the eternal
(we have (never) been without it)

i mean, how could we be ?

we are (so) frickin inextricable
from what can(not) go away

(and) so, perversely, (as always)
its not (even) the eternal
that concerns me

its tha part
no one (else) understands

that has me

trying to understand

what is happening

(here, now)

(in this moment)

(when) i see

my (actual) self  (reflected)

inside yore (motherfuckin) eyes

and every thing

that is (not) eternal

(just) falls (tha fuck) away

(and) im trying (so) hard

(just) ta see yore eyes

for what they are

(here, now)

yore eyes (that)

have ripped my heart

from eternity

to stick it, dripping

caged within my ribs

crying out

for this moment

(which is (not) eternal)

to be come

the (only) eternal thing

because every thing eternal

pales to this passing (moment)

whaire i am begging, imploring

every thing that is

to (just) go

(tha fuck away)

and let me have

this instead

as my invisible forever

that no one (or nothing) else

needs ta  be a part of

(just) this moment

(here, now)

seeing my self

in yore eyes

while every one elses

eternity

falls (tha fuck) away

and i reach (out)

for you (with my)

inexistent fingers

ta see if i can 

touch you

with things 

that dont exist

whaire my fingers

usta be

intertwined

(with yores)


(seemingly)

inextricably


as our skins

parted ways


and we

bled out


forever


until





©2025 seamus gilkey

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[The Reply]

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Jr Korpa on Unsplash

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Pools —

Samantha Lazar

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Until
You understand that
If you lack fingers
Then I lack eyes
What is refracted
What is reflected
Can only be inside
Until
Forever we bleed out
And see!
Without eyes
Not only now
But always
And never
The hearts we lack
The sinew stringing nothing
To nothing
Until
The marrow becomes
Brittle and dusts the
Cells of our ancestors
Before they were born
This eternal extension of flesh
Expands and contracts
Into pools
Reflecting your eyes
Your hands
Your beating heart
Until
My voice cries
Don’t leave
I’ve been certified
To ‘stop the bleed’
Even if I remain one of
The lost
I attach myself to
Only this song.




©2025 Samantha Lazar

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Remember the joy of receiving a handwritten note or letter? 'Symbolic Scribbles Series' rekindles that magic, creating a space for poetic symbolic 'scribbles' where meaning hides in metaphors and symbols, waiting to be discovered. Each poem builds upon the last, like a literary game of telephone, where interpretations can twist and turn in unexpected ways.

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