yearning,
sometimes restless
we drink 7up from a can
test the resting pulse, again
how in the dark last night
my hand caressed the wall
melted into white
she berates me, softly
but boundless
in these days of plenty
sweetness rests in the corners of my mouth
unbidden, untasted
today i ask for simple kindness
not for daring tasks
days gray or brown
shortened under laden skies
today i want
for arms around my shattered inhalations
carefully standing in for ribs
for times that do not waver
like the bathwater
over your shallow face
Polaroid
times eight
Author notes
this was just the push i needed to finish my poem
A contest entry
- 35 Confessions by Heart Sutra.
2200 points, ended February 16, 2008, 14 entries
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"today i want
for arms around my shattered inhalations
carefully standing in for ribs"
I often wish for someone to come and just, hold me together. So I don't have to keep it together myself. Life is too hard to do alone.
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sometimes breathing is the most painful thing i do
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Yes, the desire for a hug and for being in that circle is sometimes all that matters to us. Thank you for sharing this poem with the contest.
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This is indeed a thinker and so smooth and flowing. A very good "sigh" poem indeed as well. I like your style and will read more of you.
loved this but it is really hard to pick a favorite part of this...
how in the dark last night
my hand caressed the wall
melted into white
The ending is fantastic...Polaroid times eight...YES!
Becky
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thank you! hah. sometimes i think i'm just talking to myself. it's easy to forget we're all doing the same things in different places.
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Very good. This is a poem
to think about. I like it,
and I will be reading more
of you. Lane
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"today i ask for simple kindness
not for daring tasks"
These two lines are exactly how I've been feeling lately.
loved this entire poem.
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i don't know if it's a nesting urge or recovery after losing the person i love, or a mix of both. i want safe. i want certain. i want a place to come home to.
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"today i want
for arms around my shattered inhalations
carefully standing in for ribs"
oh - I want this too...how you have taken a hug, and made it truly what it is...what it means to have arms around us; how they hold us up, protect us like they do our heart, our lungs are protected by ribs...sighs..
the ending is so powerful...
I love your poetry..
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thank you. somedays i feel... not fragile so much as.. coming apart. everything drifting its own direction, and me with only two hands to grasp the pieces.
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i read this earlier this evening and went away to let it sit awhile
i came back to applaud it
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that's about how i had to write it! so i guess it's a slow thinker. it does feel slow to me.
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this is really well written.
i liked the part about the hand melting into the white wall the most, and the ending was also really good.
great job, keep it up.
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