Ours is a love that leeches veins their indemnity
Stiletto heels wedged into the aching heart of
A jilted masculinity, she surrenders as night, an
Apparition fading horizontally. Traitorous this hand
That holds firmly a wrist muted for lack of reciprocity,
Wretched this beggar’s mouth welling with ejected pride
A moment held despite the sacrifice of sobriety. She belongs
To me in sentiment only. Her rib cage closes, a furnace inside
Which paradigms surrender ash, a fallen muse bending light
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Sleep wherefore art thou? My husband is intense pain and having nightmares and last night he actually managed some sleep but it was a stormy night and my daughter couldn’t sleep. Add that to the stomach bug I woke up with in the middle night woohoo. Three nights (now 4) with little sleep and I actually might be crazy. Who knows what I am writing at this point
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I’ve used that picture before. The eyes really leap out!
I’ve always had trouble with sleep. Don’t worry, you don’t sound crazy to me.
It is a great picture wonderfully creepy but beautiful too. Awww thanks haha
It seems that pain and sickness add even more visceral awareness and depth to your already extraordinary work – not that I would wish either on you or yours. This poetry is like a dark confessional and the picture you found for it is amazing. 🙂
Awww Helen you are so sweet you make me feel better =)
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This sent chills down my spine. I hope you get a good night’s rest soon!
Me too haha Thank you so much =)
This was very very VERY powerfull, with each line you wrote. I hope you manage to get some rest and happy times soon.
Thank you so much on all accounts you are so sweet =)
You have an intense, dramatic way of saying things. This poem is so you… what’s the adjective? so mindlovemiserable… As always, great work 🙂
haha thank you so much. My husband says the same thing about my work
a wrist muted for lack of reciprocity,
i like…the closing of her rib cage as well…
i hope you get some sleep before you just pass out…..
Thank you so much Brian I hope so, I am sure I could sleep if I got some quiet, I am a relatively light sleeper
I am going to try and stay awake for 3 days and see if I am able to write poetry like this. Having an honest nights rest isn’t working. Some how I doubt it. your talent wills out no matter how tired you are.
Awww that is so sweet Grizz! Not sleeping is not at all enjoyable my neighbors decided to have a party last night outside despite rain still no sleep. You are an extremely gifted story-teller and your poetry is beautiful =)
If moments of intensity birth powerful writing, then you must have an intense life! The mark of a great writer is an instantly identifiable style. You have such a style – intense, atmospheric, dark, raw, visceral.
As always, I particularly love these lines:
“Wretched this beggar’s mouth welling with ejected pride…
Her rib cage closes, a furnace inside”
Now, tell your muse to quieten down so that you can get some rest 😉
Awww thank you so much, your comments are always so beautiful they leave me speechless. I don’t know how convey my gratitude as intensely as I want lol My internal life is intense but outwardly I have quite a peaceful life, struggles with Depression and Epilepsy certainly but I have so much that I am immensely grateful for. That said my past was pretty volatile and intense. Sometimes my muse doesn’t even let me have dreams she just keeps writing poems, speeches while I am sleeping so I just get words no pictures!
This is intense, Candace. Hope you are feeling much more rested now.
Thank you very much Celestine =) I slept better lastnight
Bianca said everything I wanted to say and much more eloquently… so here is a heartfelt ditto! 🙂
Awwww thank you Melanie =)