- Non-Erotic Poetry
- phantom pains
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drifting off
with thoughts of your need
to capture the child
of yesterday's
sunday ice cream innocence.
we're the same,
but black and white.
I try to escape
childhood hauntings.
cherry red, raw flesh that fed me,
stung me, while sunday
held the topping.
as church bells rang,
hypocrisy became
my salvation.
visions still steal
my slumber,
chill me in the heat.
gripping my pillow,
pulling the quilt up over my head,
shielding from monsters
still creeping from my closet.
my stump numb,
tingly,
as the pain felt in my fingers
lost to surgical steal long ago,
reminds me..
I close my eyes,
thinking of the phantom pains
from a childhood
amputated,
so many sleepless,
terror filled years ago.
- COMMENTS
PatCarringtonover 19 years agoa very nicely thought out and structured poem / some very vivid images / far superior to your second poem, i think
jd4georgeover 19 years ago...but one. Why "black and white"? Something a little more oblique would tie into the "phantomness"... maybe referring back to the preceding verse?
Still, a wonderful read.
Anonymousover 19 years agoI could feel your phantom pain, and this line especially stuck me-
"lost to surgical steal long ago",
very imaginative, youre a lot stronger than you look sweet lady
