Poetry Thursday......Love/Hate
The theme offered this week at Poetry Thursday is words we love/hate. I'm not sure about hating this word, but I know I have difficulty with it, so the poem I'm sharing this week is one about a word - END - which is included in the poem. I wrote it the day it finally became clear that my marriage was, indeed, over.
This is the bone of a word,
the knuckle, the marrow,
the bare white hardness of it:
___ END
This is the word I dare not speak
for fear of the flesh it might take on,
the way it might start to shamble
through my life:
____ END
This is the word I have feared,
though it has been rotting
under the floorboards of my life,
putrefying for years,
making me take the shallowest breaths,
the tiniest sips of air.
___ END
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18 Comments:
I like how you did this
It made me catch my breath
A sad circumstance, but a therapeutic way to start the healing process. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Oh.
You took my breath away, honestly.
A poignant, beautiful poem.
I don't do too well with that word, myself.
Thanks for posting this.
Very poignant poem - thanks for sharing this with us!
Amazing! I do like how you set up the stanzas. You somehow managed to control the chaos with order. Every word is necessary and working for the poem.
"the knucke, the marrow,
the bare white hardness of it:"
Love it!
Thank you for sharing this part of your life with us.
I love it - I love how you grab those words by the throat & make them serve you - brava!
Yes - breathtaking! Written down to the bone, my friend.
I've been there; hated that word as well. Still not fond of it. But I try to remember that often, (thankfully!) when one thing ends, it leaves an opening for another new, and possibly even better, thing to begin.
You have perfectly captured that feeling of fear when you know something difficult is ahead but you can't bear to let it see the light of day. The rhythm and the words are tight and controlled, but the element of dread is implicit in that one tiny word.
Masterfully done. I'll never think of the word end in quite the same way.
First, permalink is a wretched word, indeed.
Second, the beginning of the poem gets to it without any hesitation: a full throttle driving into it. And most impressively, you don't lose courage in your depiction thereafter--very fine and brave.
"the tiniest sips of air"
I had trouble breathing myself by the time I got to that line. Good job. Thank you for sharing such a personal poem.
heart breaking
When living life
It many endings brings.
But, the endings
opens a door to
many new things.
(my 2nd. marriage is now 42 years old)
Haven't been blogwalking much lately, but I'm glad to revisit you and your wonderful site tonight.
The tension and image of something dead threatening to take on flesh and crowd out life, has been managed brilliantly by you in this wonderful poem.
So much pain and power.
And that is what poetry at its best can most effectively express.
Such strong images here. Well done. The second stanza really hit me.
Thanks for your kind comments on my ER poem.
:)
One door closes and another one opens goes the old saying. What finer and more poignant way to close a door on the past and bid adieu than with such a magnificent poem? This one constitutes a rite of passage and it is one I wish I had written myself.
You don't flinch--and you could, this is so raw. Beautifully done...
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