I hold that talisman of silence
my heart flames over it
in all that light
the darkness oozes into me
the woman within
splits into numerous splinters
clawed nails scratch
the invisible walls
that tight squeeze
solidifies oxygenated blood
pieces of which fall
on the concrete floor
I get on my knees
sort through the tiny pieces
pick a few of those
and put into my mouth
eating my own blood
solid though it is now
isn't as difficult
as I had initially thought
"you sit there writing poetry over my dead soul"
Wow! This is very powerful.
ReplyDeleteTo eat the own blood and not to drink it - a hard scene, submitting an untold drama.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
wow...intense
ReplyDeleteI loved the intensity... right about now, especially, this was just the perfect thing for me to read. Brilliant job.
ReplyDeleteThis was dark and powerful. I like the feeling you conveyed of being trapped within yourself...I write a lot of that type - working through things...
ReplyDeleteThis took my breath away!
ReplyDeleteThe portrayal in the second stanza was too good and intense. Good write.
ReplyDeleteThe whole poem builds beautifully and darkly to that last line, reconnectd to the poet in the reader. Yes, intense and somehow beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYours is a true keeper for the Halloween holiday season. You envisioned and then described this object, I will call a critter, so well. Spooky and scary it is!
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BTW, eating my own blood sometimes is my first aid technique. It helps stop bleeding when nothing else is handy. I really wouldn't want to eat many scabs.
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Splintered life, splintered self....The power, the magic. This is a wonderful poem, friend.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful poem. You never cease to amaze me.
ReplyDeleteWOW, I felt like I was there, watching this all take place. Your words are vivid and full of emotion! Very nice.
ReplyDeleteWhitesnake is not trying to find himself. He left his wife for KB have they have moved in together
ReplyDeleteI agree, very powerful words. I especially enjoyed the second stanza. Good interpretation of the prompt, unique.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very thought provoking poem.
ReplyDeleteWOW, this is really powerful poetry.. intense, strong, dark.. An exquisite read..
ReplyDeletegosh! that was brilliant... intense. thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love the radiance of this darkness:
ReplyDeleteSo many wonderful pieces here: "my heart flames over it," "the darkness oozes," the entire fourth stanza, and the stunning loveliness of "eating my own blood..."
Fabulously powerful. Truly.
ReplyDeleteA little gruesome perfection.
ReplyDeleteI like the intensity of the poem.
we do indeed sometimes have to swallow/eat the splintered remains of our lives. Very powerful images. Potent!
ReplyDeleteDark and intense...I could feel the passionate emotion in your words!
ReplyDeleteWhat a deep and powerful piece. I'm running out of adjectives to use when commenting upon your work!
ReplyDeleteyou had me with the first few lines. Awesome to be so in touch with deep feelings that words like this can rise to the surface.
ReplyDeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteImpressive and powerful!
I love this poem.
Dark, intense, visual in its imagery. Writing is a great way to cast an image upon the mind. Nice.
ReplyDeleteIntense. Awesome processing!
ReplyDeleteWow! Very vivid images. And the intensity of your words is quite awe-inspiring.
ReplyDelete"sorting through the tiny pieces", visceral.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting poem. I don't quite know what to think of it but I like it. I need to mull it over a bit.
ReplyDeletethe woman within
ReplyDeletesplits into numerous splinters
The above lines really spoke to me. How many splinters can we split into as women?
You amaze me with your insights!
talisman of silence... WOW.. powerful..
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