#382
severing the heart
paige has thin layers of flesh
nothing much to delve into
easy to cut
veins whispering to blue
tiny moans escape with each cut
the wind's agony
a defeated sound as the glimmer
of faith scuttles off
close to the ground
paige tries to stay near to the ground
dancing in slow broken ballerina
turns and lifts just like ma taught her
the hem of her hair collecting dirt
and enraptured lovers
her ankles shimmer with gold bracelets
writing footnotes in the quicksand
of her life when she isn't writing in the
journals she steals from dusty bookstores
her current professional-student poet boyfriend
is an incessant talker
his predatory tongue a fly swatter lapping up
her oxygen
paige leans back into the space away from him
to gulp a handful of fresh air
air filled with the spare hours
she undresses for him while he mimics Chopin
he serves her tea and scones which she never gets
a chance to eat because he's kissing her mouth
gleaning the last bit of her flesh
he does allow her to drink the cheap port he buys
the syrupy stuff he will only drink out of her crystal goblets
but it's too thick and red just like his tongue
spilling over her body like blood
in the bathroom paige is seduced by her own
razor sharp collarbone and her tiny breasts
she learns to embrace the ruby cuts
tiny burgeoning miracles
her boyfriend ignores
until he thinks he need to save her
to lick clean her sorrow
paige gasps as her last crystal goblet shatters.
Cynthia M.
7:03
1.01.09
.......
hear miracles
inside whispers of faith
accept JoY
cynthia m.
6:30
*for both poems - 3word wednesday 12.24 - thX.
24 comments:
Overall impressions: Interesting title; poignant and touching narrative of Paige; you give the character (Paige) real depth!
Really liked these lines:
“of faith scuttles off/close to the ground”
“her ankles shimmer with gold bracelets/writing footnotes in the quicksand”
Intriguing image: “the hem of her hair collecting dirt / and enraptured lovers”
This line is very affecting: “she learns to embrace the ruby cuts” followed with “her boyfriend ignores/until he need to save her to lick clean her sorrow”. It really gets to the crux of the emotional state of the character and her relationships. Powerful writing!
A few typos...
‘scuttles’/not “scutlles”:
‘boyfriend’/not boyfriendd:
? /not “cancing”
Dang your fast, I just wrote this
10 minutes ago, and did find two
of the typos so far, I hit publish
as soon as I finish so as not to
lose the poem, that happened to
me a couple of times and on long
poems that's really a bummer.
Thank you so much again Catherine
for your careful read of my poetry,
that in itself is a compliment.
Happy New Year Cath!
I just want to say in a deep throaty voice, ohhhhh ohhhhh run away Paige, run away from this vampire. Paige, oh my girl, find yourself first...
Hi Cat, thank you so much, I do
love the throaty ohhhhh. LoL!
Yes, sometimes we should leave
instead we stay too long.
Happy New Year, Cat!
Incredible and powerful poem. I know Paige I believe. Unfortunately, I fear I also know her boyfriend. This is astute, intuitive in kind, and to me it captures the essence of a spiritual beauty living in a physical world....
You are a writer of power with beauty Cnythia.Thank you for this Happy New Year!
Hugs
Linda
Entangled Lovers
I once got between
Lovers entangled like squid,
Wound up on the ground,
But he was too torn
And twisted to do me harm.
He'd broken her heart.
He broke my one watch.
Then ran off into the night.
I walked her home sad.
Hi Linda, you have made my night
with you generous compliment,
oh my gosh - Thank you!
Have a wonderful New Year, Linda.
Oh, you poor thing, however you
did meet a sweet lady, no?
Your poems are delightful,
Christopher, Happy New Year!
Well, my poem is not the whole story, and she was only in my life that one night. He had broken her leg (sort or a drunken accident, she said). They had a baby coming, she was pregnant. They were broke. It was not my world. I walked her home to see if he would calm down. He didn't.
Another powerful and beautiful poem, Cynthia. All of your poems are so beautiful.
Oh jeez, I'm thinking the poem
is more to my liking, but thanks
for sharing Christopher.
Hello, Tracey-Ann thank you very
much, there is beauty in everyone,
and sometimes I try to find it
and poem the spirit of the
individual.
Your poems Tracey-Ann are also
very beautiful as well as very
spiritual and affirming.
Blessings in the New Year!
Gosh it's so good to be here again Cynthia!
What a powerful impact this leaves on the reader - that last verse left me gasping myself though for different reasons.
"his predatory tongue a fly swatter lapping up
her oxygen
paige leans back into the space away from him
to gulp a handful of fresh air" - I really can relate to this with a lot of people I come into contact with...
A very haunting and somber thought to know that so many young girls suffer like Paige from SI - many slipping through the cracks until it is too late...
Good one, Cynthia..
The title is apt for the poem...
had to think about it for a while...
liked the way he changes...can't find the reason though...
boyfriends (especially poets) seldom change , thats my belief...
wishes,
devika
Hee... hee... I smile at your comment. I was up late last night (around 12 midnight UK time) when I read your poem and commented. Good to pop back in this morning and re-read the poem. Nice work - I thoroughly agree with the comments of the other bloggers here! p.s. hmmmmm... so the word was 'dancing' - I'd thought as much - but wasn't entirely sure:)
Hello Janice! And it is so good to
see you here lovely lady, I truly
missed reading your thoughts.
Just couldn't imagine you not
being here.
Yes, true many young women and
frankly older women get lost
in the cracks, their fragile
emotional state belied by a
spiritual inner strength, that
eventually frays.
Thank you so much Janice!
Happy New Year!
Hi Devika, thank you. Well he
really didn't change he just
began showing more of who he
really is.
Hi Cath, it so nice of you to
return, yes dancing was the word.
I went to Barnes & Noble today
and picked up a copy of The
Shack, just started reading,
on chapter 4.
Thanks for the recommend.
Wow! Just when I think you've started to mail them in a little bit, you come up with a gem like this. Every line is carefully considered and as sharp as the shards that end the poem. When you concentrate that sensual vision of yours, Cynthia, no one can touch you. This is fierce.
Thanks, Fireblossom.
Lovely one!
Hi there Aggie, thank you so much!
Wow! Whoa!! Beautiful expression from the mysterious land of verse. Though if I read it with only my mind, I'm... like ... What the hell? I love it. True poetic accomplishment. There are many sides of love. Your words express one vivid facet.
Hi Ardi, thank you for your response, yes love does have
many facets you are so right.
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