- Non-Erotic Poetry
- an incest blossom
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Click herei am survivor of
the word unsaid
shot down into my small self
and broken.
The healing of recognition brings anger.
a night of love crumbles
myself, eroded but
i accepted shame and bore it
pushing it down between entrails
til one soft self left me
in a flood of who i'd been
and with that came its baby tears
wept and watered
i grew
one separate blossom recognized
my sweet and sour pollen
and now
we blow in the wind together
with our roots of iron.
- COMMENTS
Curiouswifeabout 17 years agoand especially loved these lines:
til one soft self left me
in a flood of who i'd been
and with that came its baby tears
wept and watered
i grew
keep writing...it's cathartic. Julia :)
LeBrozabout 17 years agoExcept for the final strophe, it feels a bit jagged — deliberately, I suspect. This pulls into focus the feelings being discussed and in that final strophe, can feel the strength and healing coming together.
Amyfriendabout 17 years agoempathy for victims of 'the word unsaid'. But some are not simply victims, they are participants in the 'act unsaid.'
Nice poem, thanks.
