that hole in your chest
makes for a nice design
that blueness sets of the white
why are we both made
to carry long iron rods
who the hell is playing God?
I would melt it, pour it
on myself, let the red
bleed, meld into you
this seat of metal burns me
your fixed eye turns me on
your face is a mottled blur
red, white, red, white
more and more are added
until everything else fades
"beat that machine with the rod"
Excellently done.
ReplyDeletegory, red so heartwrenchly dark and you're so beautiful...go figure!
ReplyDeleteVery good, and for some reason I felt some dark humor in it..."Who the hell is playing God?" I ask myself that time and again....
ReplyDeleteWho the hell is playing god - nw thats somethng to think abt.. Well penned
ReplyDeletepowerful images, loved it, especially the second and third stanza.
ReplyDeleteHi Gautami,
ReplyDeleteMy favourite lines are:
"I would melt it, pour it
on myself, let the red
bleed, meld into you"
"your fixed eye turns me on" great. I missed that about (him), fixated on the blue spot. You certainly had fun with it. thanks
ReplyDeleteNice, gautami. I like the hole in the chest image and its blueness in the white figure.
ReplyDeleteYour stanza:
red, white, red, white
more and more are added
until everything else fades
...is very nicely achieved. Its first line echoes the military march drill calling left, right, left, right. The fact that everything else fades points out the human reality that we vest our group endeavors, from war to sports, with such importance that nothing else exists.
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Well Ms Triptette I wonder what Dr.Freud would think of all of this.And who is Lorraine? Puzzling.
ReplyDeleteGreat concentration of the key details in a tortured, moving lover's interrogation of self, partner, and situation. I especially like the line, "who the hell is playing God?"
ReplyDeleteI love the dance you create in this poem with the questions and suppositions. This is a well written work, Gautami. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteIf they could speak, what you wrote seems exactly what's going on.
ReplyDeleteI love it, Gautami. I will think of you the next time I play foosball
ReplyDeleteStrong imagery - passionate compassion.
ReplyDeletewonderful ramble Gautami...thanks for sharing
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ReplyDeletecheers
Rall
I am envious of your piece- I am working hard on finding the place that makes me find the inspiration that you have found in this piece. Good work and good job!
ReplyDeleteOur poems this week read like cousins, my friend.
ReplyDeleteYou used one of my favorite words - mottled - and I enjoyed the tone of muttering confusion and disbelief with what is so...
Like a cosmic, "What just happens" and "What continues to happen?" and "How can I change what happens next!?"
Thank you for an evocative read.
I appreciate what you've done here.
ReplyDeleteThis is a metaphor about how we make foos out of ourselves when we're in love innit?
Our hearts are skewered, everything is spinning out of control, and we're met with blank stares.
This poem has a nice pace, and change of pace as well. And done with a nice economy of words, allowing the images to be the more easily seen.
ReplyDeleteA strong piece. I like it!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the dark humor and the bit of confusion that the line "Who the hell is playing g*d" brought out to me. That started things off well and it held that high standard throughout.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
"Who the hell is playing God?" I loved that part. You've done a great job with this prompt! I enjoyed your poem a lot :)
ReplyDeleteriveting - the ordinary language of the first stanza makes the subject all the more powerful (and perhaps sinister) in contrast
ReplyDeleteI'll never look at foosball the same way ever again.
ReplyDelete"...who the hell is playing God?..."
Brilliant line in any context but especially here. Loved this Guatami.
"your fixed eye turns me on
ReplyDeleteyour face is a mottled blur" -- such intensity here!
Crisp and horrifying yet strangely beautiful. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteThe words & dialog of the "players" play on the games intensity. Well done!
ReplyDelete(Sorry I am so late to visit!)