by dreamsweet
I feel this real deep. Been here, lived this.
Feel words creep up my spine,
from that well deep inside,
where I keep precious phrases
like "You shouldn't have been born"
or "I will hurt you if you ever tell"
in stagnant pools,
like the disgusting water
in the patina birdbath.
Brilliant portrait. Write it out, girl. And keep coming back!
bubble up
the best thing to do with these memories and feelings is expose them to light.
It takes a lot of courage, but it weakens them...trust me...they dont seem so strong after a while.
and excellent poem, an honest poem
Thank you for sharing this
I hope we can help
the cicadas falling into the drink, one after another, portrays the recurring pain you speak of. This poem hurts and the last stanza is an incredible moan:
"So, down the drink,
and pull him into bed,
because this too is all I have."
So bleak, so powerfully presented. This is poetry... well done.
jim : )
...is really good, dream. The last stanza is potent, and perfect.
A temporary release from the pain as a rain storm rages unabated.