One Moment of Madness

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

One moment of madness
in a thousand is enough
when the brain slips
back into some old wound,

a wound made almost painless
by the shading of years.
Yet the old grooves
are easily found—
like a seal of shame
worn open in the sun.

And in the splitting of madness
all is lost to one emotion,
but regained
in the clear-formed thought

as seeing the precious stone
occasionally in deep rock.

8 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

8 responses to “One Moment of Madness

  1. Oh wow, Ethel–this is incredibly good, and I so relate. God bless you today–love, Caddo

  2. Self-management.

    Here’s a thought-provoking article I came across today, which you might find interesting.

    http://www.alternet.org/story/156037/

  3. Don’t be put off by the headline. It is about much more than that suggests.

  4. Julie Catherine

    Wonderful and profound poem, Ethel, and I too can relate to this. Have a wonderful day. ~ Julie xox

  5. Wounds heal but leave scars…

  6. Anna Mark

    Ethel, I think this is a very strong image of madness and, thankfully, one that ends with clarity — the precious stone in the deep rock. It very aptly describes the “episodic” nature of dealing with difficult memories and trauma. This is a brave poem.

  7. Ethel, I too can really relate to this powerful poem. I agree with Anna, it is a brave poem!

  8. Love these lines, Ethel:
    ‘a wound made almost painless
    by the shading of years.
    Yet the old grooves
    are easily found—’

    Very deep and powerful verse.

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