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Click hereThe ache has migrated
from behind the right eye to the left
unclench, unknot
trace the tributaries back to the source.
I hear your paddles slide through my pain.
You drop petals,
leave a trail for me to follow
as I search through the muck if it.
But baby this flower cannot be reconstructed,
put the paddles down
by the old Tannenbury bridge,
come find me beneath the willow
that weeps without shame.
You trace my pain back to its source
we spread it onto bread
and it soaks right in;
tastes of bitter almonds,
spoiled wine.
Yet we keep coming back
silver knives in hand,
silver brushes
paint the machinery
of the petal torn flower.
Meet me dusted in this pollen
born of humanity
you belong there still,
you preside there
still.
Pushing from the center
you keep your shape.
I tried to let you rest
yet still you press always outward,
holding back the collapse
its okay baby it is okay
to
let
go
float along my veins
you slide right through.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,500 poems.
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All kinds ways to describe pain and most of them very original. My favorite is,
'paint the machinery
of the petal torn flower.
Meet me dusted in this pollen'
Reading you is like following Lewis and Clark through the gray matter. As said in some of the comments below this dips into the ordinary, but they are not fatal cliches. I question this:
"its okay baby it is okay
to
let
go"
and the bitter almonds, and agree with WickedEve, except to say that I love it, I love all you writing, I admit my prejudices,
so... a prejudiced "5"
and enjoyed it immensely. here is my pickings of this piece.....don
I hear your paddles slide through my pain.
You drop petals,
leave a trail for me to follow
as I search through the muck if it.