GreenishLady

Originally Blogging the Artist's Way. Thoughts, musings, experience of the 12-week course, January to March 2006. And after that?.... Life, creativity, writing. Where does it all meet? Here, perhaps.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

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:

At 22/6/06 4:54 pm, Blogger Colorsonmymind said...

I like how you did this

It made me catch my breath

 
At 22/6/06 5:33 pm, Blogger Star said...

A sad circumstance, but a therapeutic way to start the healing process. Thank you for sharing it with us.

 
At 22/6/06 5:54 pm, Blogger wandering-woman said...

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.

 
At 22/6/06 6:28 pm, Blogger paris parfait said...

Very poignant poem - thanks for sharing this with us!

 
At 22/6/06 8:23 pm, Blogger January said...

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.

 
At 22/6/06 8:37 pm, Anonymous Neasa said...

I love it - I love how you grab those words by the throat & make them serve you - brava!

 
At 22/6/06 10:53 pm, Anonymous tinker said...

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.

 
At 23/6/06 12:13 am, Blogger Becca said...

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.

 
At 23/6/06 1:29 am, Blogger jim said...

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.

 
At 23/6/06 2:23 am, Blogger Dani said...

"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.

 
At 23/6/06 3:52 am, Blogger Jennifer said...

heart breaking

 
At 23/6/06 4:07 am, Blogger silverlight said...

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)

 
At 23/6/06 5:10 am, Anonymous Fran aka Redondowriter said...

Haven't been blogwalking much lately, but I'm glad to revisit you and your wonderful site tonight.

 
At 23/6/06 9:23 am, Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

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.

 
At 23/6/06 11:34 am, Blogger Endment said...

So much pain and power.
And that is what poetry at its best can most effectively express.

 
At 23/6/06 12:08 pm, Blogger LJCohen said...

Such strong images here. Well done. The second stanza really hit me.

Thanks for your kind comments on my ER poem.

:)

 
At 23/6/06 12:42 pm, Blogger kerrdelune said...

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.

 
At 23/6/06 2:46 pm, Blogger Left-handed Trees... said...

You don't flinch--and you could, this is so raw. Beautifully done...

 

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