Your prize
for witnessing
the very inside
of another
is an abyss
where hate boils,
your voice
not your own,
or is only yours.
Consistently wrong,
this place.
It binds you
like winding-cloth
shrouding logic
and empathy--
in the dark
a cartoon anvil
holds you down,
reducing you
to flattened
ashes.
7.08.2012
gut level
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Damn. Powerful.
ReplyDeleteHaving spent most of the day gnashing my teeth, this poem makes perfect sense.
ReplyDeletekerry, if this makes perfect sense, you may need an intervention :)
ReplyDeleteThat's what everyone else says... but I feel exactly like me.
Delete[Sorry..typo...]
NOW i can say... wonder twin powers, activate! form of... A POET!
Deletelaffin @ you two. But I feel better cos I can't say that I really get it. I get the mood strong and clear, but not the sense of it. That's not always necessary, though, to enjoy a piece.
DeleteVery cool!
ReplyDeletePunishment for being there? Cartoon anvil? I do believe this, especially if after looking into another there is nothing that can be done except empathize and know--a crime which is never forgotten by the one who slipped and gave something away. It tends not to happen in my place of fellowship, but I know it just the same from the semi-Hell known as elementary school.
ReplyDeleteelementary school! Yes I can see that in this poem...
DeleteCould I just have a ribbon instead?
ReplyDeletei'll give you a ribbon AND A COOKIE.
Deleteohhhh strong, emotive write ...thanks for sharing x
ReplyDeletePowerful and strong, Marian! A reminder to be tolerant it must be!
ReplyDeleteHank
Typically bold, raw and uncompromisingly gritty write.
ReplyDeleteI dont know which I enjoyed more - the poem or the comments. Love stopping by here! you all are the coolest! (do I get a cookie for saying that?)
ReplyDeleteyou get a cookie just for showing up, Sherry. but, sorry to disappoint, I AIN'T COOKING TODAY.
DeleteOh, the passion in this. Would not like to be on the end of that if it blows. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a gritty gut level piece.
ReplyDeleteUnapologetic and bold piece ~
ReplyDeleteSee you dear ~
I am with Fireblossom in not really getting it, but I feel the intensity and appreciated the way the words carried me along.
ReplyDeleteI think of a volcano boiling beneath the surface! But all there is above is some enigmatic curl of warning smoke!
ReplyDeleteI love this! Right down to the flattened ashes, this is wonderfully written!
ReplyDelete...a place I do not want to be... self doubt and peer pressure I felt enough of in public school!
ReplyDeleteIt binds you
ReplyDeletelike winding-cloth
shrouding logic
and empathy--
All the more reason for letting hurt go, and taking hate off the boil! :)
The gut level "voice" has always been a problem with me, it thinks it can read minds and every situation, even though in concocts half of the story itself, much like the writer that it inhabits. I so hear this....live this and really as much as I would like to outrun it....its me, and the prople on the other end of it tend to look at me like I am effing crazy....but, sometimes its dead on right.
ReplyDeleteinspired in part by our friend Mr. King, my friend :)
Deletethanks, everyone, for reading and commenting. one of the more interesting comment threads! i really like knowing how you all reacted to this. hmmmmm.
ReplyDeleteStrong imagery!
ReplyDeletethanks!
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