i admit to nothing
yet transuding out of me,
surreptitiously at first,
my nostrils leak
azure wisps of
acerbic steam.
droplets now, thick
anil viscosity
dribbles off my upper lip
staining my breasts
cadmium nipples
twitch with revulsion
still i deny
it begins to seep
out my ears
vile electric ocean
blue
every hue of Poseidon's palette
oozing down my neck
disbelief and horror
-this isn't real
irrelevant nightmare,
ignore it!-
stigmata bursts open
damned spotted hands
seeping with cerulean self-denial
my stomach heaves,
lurches,
mouth flies open as a torrent
spews angrily
forth
filth!!
eruptions ptyalize
dark vomit
indigo putrefaction
staining the floor,
the walls
forcing
acknowledgement,
wretched sour mucous
gushing from my nose,
my ears, my retching mouth
cobalt tears encrust my cheeks
flooded,
overcome, engulfed
i lay in a pool
of bitter blue
hatred
Author notes
the subconcious cannot be denied
Written March 6th, 2006
A contest entry
- dear. we must eat the liver. sweet as june. we must. dear. by jaunty pill.
300 points, ended June 20, 2006, 52 entries
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This is truly stunning, you have fantastic imagery and combined with the actual content - startles the reader. wonderful idea with the blue and subconsious and perfectly executed. Truly beautiful I think I shall bookmark this
steph -
Wow! You have evoked the image of tears and snot and pure bile in this amazing poem ... I love the idea of blue as the color of hatred and anger ... it brings to mind that tearing sensation when all that mess flows from your soul ... great job here ... unique but envoking a common feeling
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This is amazing. Hatred in the depths of the subconscious mind rising up from that darkness to puke everywhere. It is not often that one pours such a wicked emotion into a poem so very articulately and accurately. I respect all emotions when they are given their proper due, as you have done.
Also, I noticed the use of the color motif through the poem.
Further it is more interesting to see artists and writers explore the full spectrum of emotions in poetry, rather than be slanted toward only one style - you know too much white, too much black - so, I appreciate this admission into the contest. You have shown your talent in more than one way. Thank you for sharing. -
I don't know if I can possibly follow tomisb's comment. But hey why not...I could feel the pain. Superb visuals in there, and what a choice of words! Bravo I say, Bravo!
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Whoa jack! It is a blues attack. Get out the old geetar and shred the fabric of her systematic ubanization of the thunder creation. She needs brown, big fat balls of shit to get her hip to her blues creation. Lay out on the killing floor a sound that can't be ignored. A slithering lead that electrifies her needs and rescue her from disbelief. If there ever was a time an need for the same old shit of ma, apple pie and a little USA armageddon, then this is hit. John Wayne her cavities and miscount her fingers and leave dangling chads on her toes. But, save her save her with a full immersion baptism, so she can see the light and get it right. She needs a deep black and blue redemption.
Well, I got the crew and we've begun to pull her through. We've used the emerald city solution and the depth of EPA certified pollution. Now I've got the boys in radio land coming to take a stand, we got Guy Lambardo and a kick ass C&W band. We've checked her resperation and in desperation gave her a Springsteen transfusion. I think she will make though so guy named Tom read her his erotic poetic conclusion and she orgasimed into laughter and the white light in her heart has gained strength.
All right. Our jobs done here. she is saved. God Bless and Good night. -
A deep,thought provoking write that contains a few words that I shall have to look up,including transuding,ptyalize.It took me a while to connect with this poem...that was my fault,this was well written with graphic imagery that I acknowledged as I read it through the first time.I wondered why I felt odd,I read it again...it`s because I don`t equate blue with anger.That is not your fault as a writer but my mental block.I am surprized with myself as it is quite ridiculous for me to feel that way!Well done,good luck in the contest,Love and light,Yvette
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