Poetry Prompt 21 – Overwhelm

Her eyes are spades

Harvesting, fractures of obsidian

Bloodless, shapeless

Without mourning.

They bury deeper

What they cannot find

And taste whatever they can.

Of what use could a soul be?

Fingers like worms inundating,

A flood of untapped

And untethered insight.

A swamp of infinitesimal desires

Notices, delays, cumbersome meetings

And then without warning, loss.

A miasma, this love that cannot be.

A miasma, this rage that does not cease.

I will not surrender to the flesh

To defenseless musings, to engulfment

Of what use could a heart be?

OctPoWriMo

Didn’t end up with a ballad in the end though I did read the description and I did have my rhyming dictionary ready to go. This is a work of fiction. The contradictory vocabulary in the poem “a swamp of infinitesimal desires” is to indicate the denial and resistance of the male character even though he has already been caught. To indicate how all these seemingly small, seemingly innocuous things are building and building into something ultimately inescapable.

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7 responses to “Poetry Prompt 21 – Overwhelm

  1. “Her eyes are spades
    Harvesting, fractures of obsidian”

    Seriously. How do you do this??? Your openings are the best.

    “They bury deeper
    What they cannot find” … It’s the only way to survive, really. And sheesh, this is brilliant.

    I read this as being about the contrast between wanting to find yourself (discover who you are) and lose yourself (forget/bury who you are).

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