“Mate” by Anne Worner CC BY-SA 2.0


In the inconstant ravages of midday

I drink of your succulent greys,

of your endless repetitions.

Winning accounts for only a fraction

of our experiences, we lose everyday.

I stand here challenging my failures,

the pawn of my genius watered down.

I will not be made palatable.

I will not be made to adhere.

The only geometry worth the commute

is the human heart. Those slovenly angles

really get me going, even now

in this wrangling heat, the muse seizes hold

shaking me free of my rumpled dress.

We were young once, too young

to appreciate the distress of bones

huddled beneath orgasmic flesh.

Too young to know the intimacy

imposed by silence. I love you

in ways both innocuous and forbidden.

I’d kill for you, an oath not undertaken lightly.

We only seem casual, ordinary

but on the inside we are slicks

of versicolored gasoline, ready to ride

the circuitous waves of our ever deepening

sense of self. To truly understand life

you’ve got to jettison your identity entirely.

I will not be tagged, stacked, and sequestered

by your quadratic pretenses, the I before am

is completely unnecessary, be for nothing

else matters, not even the reward.

cutting it close time-wise barely managed a quick poem.


30 thoughts on “Photo Challenge # 98: February 2, 2016

  1. Oh my.

    “The only geometry worth the commute
    is the human heart.”

    “We were young once, too young
    to appreciate the distress of bones”

    “versicolored gasoline, ready to ride”

    “I will not be tagged, stacked, and sequestered”

    Just, totally … wow.

  2. I really like “succulent greys of your endless repetition” and “the distress of bones within the flesh” great visuals with those words. Lots of emotions in there!

  3. What dead lines…???
    I do not always do the prompt on the day it is posted.

    Maths a necessary evil? That’s what my better half is for…the partnership. The human calculator… he is, part of his job.
    I’ll round out the edges of the valentine so the two of us can laugh.
    That’s the best formula to calculate… how much laughter and love we can make. 🙂

      1. I see some commercials for specialized after school educational programs where 8 – 12 year old children have smiles on their faces saying they have taken physics and advance math college courses… More power to them. I hope they can help save our planet or find us a new one!

  4. Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
    The picture drew me first. I read the caption, “Mate” and recognized its double-meaning. The poem is rich and speaks to the life-long committment we make to each other. Part way through the line, “The only geometry worth the commute

    is the human heart,” catches my eye. It captures the give and take in strong relationships that exist because they can and have the right geometry.

  5. Well – I haven’t missed you this time (in the link up 😉 )

    I’m sitting here – reading this poem Yves – and re-reading it – and reading again. I have gotten up and walked away – done odds and ends … to return to read it again.

    And frankly, I don’t know where to start. There are far too many lines that singularly or combined – impact with such force – of language, sentiment, metaphor, meanings, – executed so incredibly well – with a precision to be found in the “battle ground” of a chess game – which in itself could translate into a metaphor for life – that honestly, my head is spinning.

    Sometimes we “stumble” across precisely what we need in that moment – whether we appreciate the irony of it or not – simply because it is “our due” – and it seems, today, this is “my case.”

    As Ivonprefontaine noted in his comment to you – you have captured an essence that cuts through to the heart of the matter – understanding and transcribing in a manner that transforms and transcends – which, in some respects, is a curse – and yet a true blessing.

    Thank you for your response to this week’s photo challenge Yves.


      1. As an aside – I hope to get to that email to you – later today – my head is in an odd space 😉

      2. roflmao …. well then, perhaps, since I have just come to understand and finally slowly accept this longstanding knowledge of myself – see – today, I’m tripping on things I “need” – notice I said “my head is IN” – when the truth is – to quote you – “my head IS” – well, perhaps you might be generous enough to allow me company with you, while I sit within the cauldron? 😉

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