My voice has the power to disembowel
and I have used her, at times, as a weapon
though she has never served to avenge me.
–
The mass of your web impinges
upon my meager thread and we grow together,
spinning until our seams match.
–
The vertigo of my youth fills me with weeping
and I can think of nothing that would
account for this shrill blue sky and my terrible feelings.
–
Being blind for the people, by the people
I agree to adhere to the madness we have collectively chosen
though I do not know why I have chosen it
when I fought so long and hard against it.
–
My heart insists that there has been a betrayal,
that I am not fit to govern her though she is forever
in my keeping. She collides with me like a drum,
membranes drooling, I have denied her everything.
–
She wants space but I cannot give it to her.
Sometimes I remember myself as a child
and I wonder if perhaps we liked each other more
but in reality we liked each other less.
–
Until I am safe I imagine it is better not to feel.
We are never safe and I continue to feel
with fanatical precision all that is on offer.
mindlovemisery 
You really grabbed me with “My voice has the power to disembowel
and I have used her, at times, as a weapon though she has never served to avenge me.” And then held me enthralled all the way through… Beautiful!
Wow thank you so much!
Beautiful, unusual but dramatic words. Loved your poem.
Thank you =)
You made pairing challenges look easy ~~ which it isn’t!
Awww thanks =)
You are so bad-ass.
Thank you!
The often slow process of being powerful! Love it!
Thank you =)
I feel as if you are addressing than one subject in your poem. It is a powerful piece which leaves me warm yet cold at the same time. I do come in peace, please do not take my interpretation the wrong way.
I write about many things simultaneously, there are stories in my stores so to speak so it makes sense that you would find a dichotomy. I often use opposition and opposites in my work because as humans we feel so many things at once, conflicting emotions, conflicting voices.
Ah ha, I am glad I did put a false reading/labelling to your work.
Luckily my vertigo didn’t come until later…
I hope all is well now though
There is such a powerful duality here – a battle of wills – where I’m not sure if there are any “winners” – in that each opponent meets the other – and has no choice but to walk away on equal footing.
This piece is filled with an intensity spun in words so carefully crafted in precision, with a blade that is razor sharp Yves.
Each stanza is incredibly delicate – yet so powerful – intense, passionate.
And the closing stanza:
Until I am safe I imagine it is better not to feel.
We are never safe and I continue to feel
with fanatical precision all that is on offer.
wow – incredible summation of how intensely it is we (those of us who are on the same page) feel so much of the time – it is no wonder we are not completely insane.
Terribly brutal yet precisely beautiful Yves.
Pat
Oh wow Pat thank you for such an incredible compliment! I am surprised myself, though I don’t hold many threads in my bid for sanity haha
roflmbo …. now that is an absolutely brilliant line …. “I don’t hold many threads in my bid for sanity” …. I totally get that 😉
I have used in a poem now lol
well that is definitely something to look forward to in reading 🙂