8.14.2012

the escapists

Everyone else was standing proper, but we
lay on the tile, holding hands, gut-humming,
and speaking for myself, I was overwhelmed
by vibrating in my womb ringing out like
a flat rock skipped along the length of me.
Then, fingers crushed by death grip, breath
holding, the weight of clouds pressed down,
a kaleidoscope of greys like salt water
cotton candy, heavy with the sighs of ages,
swirling in the sides of our eyes, between
and along, isolating yet forcing us closer.
I could not speak, but only measured moments

by the pumping, the endless pushing around
and in, then out and back again, ad nauseam.
Sideways glance, your wink back; thus our
plan cemented, now escape! Light to the sky.

11 comments:

  1. Love "like a flat rock skipped along the length of me". And the escape: "Light to the sky."

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  2. thanks, Sherry. this may be obtuse but somehow i find it satisfying. :)

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  3. "I could not speak, but only measured moments
    by the pumping, the endless pushing around
    and in, then out and back again, ad nauseam."
    Hmm. Drugs? Sex? on the tiles? in a line?
    Or is "I" a piece of clothing in a washing machine?

    I am bemused, but this idea I totally love:
    "I was overwhelmed
    by vibrating in my womb ringing out like
    a flat rock skipped along the length of me."

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  4. maybe. or how about hyper-awareness of blood rushing through one's veins?

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    1. Thanks. That works for me! If I were an artist, I'd draw a picture of this arrangement . . .

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  5. I like the sudden "salt water cotton candy" reference. Maybe it's the pregnancy, but more likely it's the way the line added a bit of whimsy and child-like excitement :)

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  6. awwww... yay. i like that too AND I AM NOT PREGNANT EITHER :)

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  7. Just had to stop back by and say that cuz of this poem I have been craving cotton candy all day - a confection that is not easy to come by. And I had my hubby looking for salted chocolate bars at the grocery store (only salted sugary thing I could think of) - which he couldn't find. Now what do I do ??? I blame you :)

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  8. hahahahah! my favorite ice cream at our local place, not that i eat much of it, is Salted Dark Chocolate Almond. go find some of that!

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  9. Is this a naughty poem...or do I just have a naughty imagination?

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  10. well, i always say, take from my writing what you will. :)

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