The first incision was effortless,
The second like stirring
Ash within fossilized amber.
Compatibility is only as deep
As the intentions by which
The union is first conceived.
I will never remove you,
Those diligent cells may
Just as well be my own.
Malignancy feels beautiful
Before it starts
The intensity, the enormity
Like some grand irrevocable truth.
My incensed heart skids
Under your watch it constructs
Its meager triumphs, its weedy castles
Cut from the shadows of carnations
Your damp eyes echo piteously
Knuckles cast as stones
Into my sly silhouette
As it slithers over paper thin walls
Everyone knows that we hate
Each other, that we eat
From the same plates
And wipe our hands
On each other’s clothes.
You who are, as volatile
And unnecessary as tonsils
Have taken now my voice
I sit in silence, seething
Wondering where the pain enters
Is it the vertical smile
Thrust into my back?
Is it that smile that doubts
Your sincerity?
I know that you will stay
Because tombstones remain
Wherever they are placed.
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For those of you who have ventured into my archives you might recognize a line in this poem but aside from that line I have rewritten this poem completely. The topic isn’t even the same exactly but I did keep the 3 Wordle words contained in the original: incensed, skid, damp. Speaking of Wordles though this challenge expired years ago you are welcome to use my graphic and link up entries to my blog if you are feeling inspired.
When I was young and just starting with poetry I was very much influenced by Rimbaud’s style. When I gave up writing for several years and resumed it with this blog I didn’t really have my own voice. I had no idea who I was as a writer or even as a person. A lot of my early blog poems, seem very generic to me now (the original of this poem for example). Some poems I keep largely intact when editing. Sometimes I like the subject of a poem but feel the writing itself is too cliche, ornate or whatever. Sometimes I like certain lines but feel that the message wasn’t clear or that I didn’t venture deep enough. Some day I hope to create a very beautiful blog, right now I still cringe when I think of people reading my earlier stuff. It’s not all bad of course there are some poems that did turn out to have a lot of feeling in them but I think you can understand where I am coming from just the same 😛 This poem is fictional I really wanted to capture those words.
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