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Click hereIn bloom
once again I sit,
baring impatiens to
a silent bell ringing
tones of 'you don't love
me.' Rendered passive
by vagrant passion
regrown, rooted here
but made retrograde;
over and over and
finally under you or
into me a fuschia of
frustrated feelings
wail with sudden sickening
need to know your taste
to bleed you and eat
richly of your
love and death.
Slavishly maternal,
martyred
I could groan and
push, body weeping
embittered milk for the fancy
cat who blows into the
wind's shadows, only to
wear another new thorn
borne of care and brutal
indifference, rendering perverse
protection. Watching,
wanting, loving,
loathing
hoping in a holding
pattern of futile, fertile
dreams. You seed a garden of
cliches which might grieve
for a once-warrior woman
gone floral. I'm waiting still
and long to love
to hurt
you, maybe, but
only waiting in my paints and
patterns, unseen, another
perfect cacophany of blossoms--
roses, pansies, tiger lilies--
that you'd only give
to someone else
anyway.
8/29/05
For some, like you, i suppose that flower images are so. This is lovely, strong, aching with despair, with untouched want and need. I loved it, R.
and inspiration.. thus, making you a wonderful read. You have some VERY fine lines in here, and I very much enjoyed. -sGp-
Everyone here can benefit from reading your poetry. You, my dear, have a real gift and it is always a delight to see it displayed here.