2.09.2017

Dammit

Pocket
under my eye
carrying necessities
like a runaway’s satchel
earnestly overstuffed
Hurts headed
too close to the brain
expertly cordoned off
and shunted downcheek
in a steady stream
of incongruity

Occasional music prompt in the Imaginary Garden: WALLS

I was struggling to title this poem and my son suggested this title. :)

13 comments:

  1. Love the title, Marian and the verse that inspires!❤️

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  2. I like the idea you've built up of under eye bags holding pains and tears. Really clever wordplay and nice imagery.

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  3. Love the metaphor of those bags. Whew.

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  4. the metaphor is just so cool... shunted down cheek -

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  5. The wall was built by heart and paid for by coyote tears. (The title is perfect.)

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  6. I love the line, "like a runaway's satchel." I've only seen one, the fellow used a grocery cart carrying his suitcase, his bicycle, even his dog. It was parked outside a grocery store.
    http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOZEGRAw2Q8/S43a1jM1kiI/AAAAAAAAG-M/Qg0qvpF4zsQ/s800-h/DSC00419.JPG
    ..

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  7. I seem too close to tears these days.

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  8. Those pockets... they are too shallow to keep it hidden, but too deep to empty... the satchel is a brilliant image dammit.

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  9. Yeah I Luv it, title and all

    Much love...

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  10. Bane of many a hard working soul.In a way is a good sign to be aware of.To go slow on late nights at the keyboard perhaps.

    Hank

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  11. My eyes seem to be holding similar baggage these days. Brilliant writing as usual!

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