Ounce

Five fingers corseted

Around a heart that furrows

With transparent agitations

Like a water mark

But art as love cannot be

Withheld it must be shared

In order to flourish.

Sometimes the pain blankets

My attempts at being human.

Sometimes I am no one

But it is everyone else I fear.

Whatever else I might be

Yours is not the face

I was designed to wear.

Is it wrong to crave isolation?

To prefer the conversations

That happen first within

And then beneath the pressure

Of still shaking hands?

Some poems cannot

Be spoken out loud,

They are carried

In the junctures and edges

Of souls inverted and collapsed.

Vulnerability is the only

Strength imposed,

We’ve got to feel the ground

With our whole body

Before we can forge roots

And forget about the stars

If you don’t love with every ounce.

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15 responses to “Ounce

  1. Sometimes the pain blankets
    My attempts at being human.
    Sometimes I am no one
    But it is everyone else I fear.

    These lines resonate with me Yves. Great piece.
    Laurie.

  2. Fav lines are toward the beginning – as ther eis truth there. Art like a heart unshared – what are they really?

  3. Some poems cannot
    Be spoken out loud,
    They are carried
    In the junctures and edges
    Of souls inverted and collapsed.

    And yet … for as much truth in these words – you have written what cannot be said/spoken….

    This piece is a powerful testament to the strength of your writing abilities Yves – it works so completely as a whole, with such incredibly imagery evoked in line choices …. bravo!

    • Oh wow thank you for some reason your comment is making me tear up. I think I have always wanted someone to say that me. I am always trying to capture those emotions that elude words.

      • Ohhh sending you hugs Yves …. didn’t mean to upset you …. but if I have reached you …. then I *know* you will be well ….. for you are constantly doing what we/you/I any writer/poet with a voice aching to “explain” and challenge … with the deep-seated desire to set our spirits free – MERAKI – does …. we keep digging and doing it …. it’s more than compulsion …. it is deep seated need.

        And you my friend, have many gifts and talents …. and the poetic verse is definitely high on your list of blessings to us all, including yourself.

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