remind me how I tore into two tons of tragedy
when Hercules girded my infirmity in lionskin
and my veins exploded in splatters of laughter
at reclining danced-out shapes
daring to eat grapes in the lavender flames of affluent wreckage
did you know blood and gasoline both smell like urine
was I crazy or drunk
on ominous drips from slow-melting ice sculptures
did I kill you
or save you from saving yourself
when I pulled your fear and mine into broken glass weeds
remind me if you live
I can’t hear my memory’s voice
for the pounding liquid hammers in my vascular head
and the noisy cavitation of my shudders
Another wow-er!! Terrific opening line hooked me right into some sort of psychedelic dream which I didn’t quite grasp but read gasping in awe at phrases like “broken glass weeds” impregnated with powerful feeling.
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and another wow comment – thank you
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I too must mention the “broken glass weeds”–it sparks the need to write a poem. If I’m successful, I’ll link back to you here, if that’s alright with you. God bless you–Caddo Jael
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I’d be honored
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The finish was outstanding! Whoa.
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appreciate that owl
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🙂 metaphors within metaphors. I love this. And I second Chatty Owl’s comment on the finish being outstanding. It links you back to the title so swiftly; making the poem sort of like a cyclic as you sure read it again.
Wish I could decode it all at once. Please tell me, was this piece inspired by an event? If so, which event is that. It sure would be a powerful clue.
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glad you enjoyed it – the event is imaginary
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Hmmmmm. That makes it even nicer.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Powerful eloquence – again superb.
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thanks, mike
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thanks for the reblog
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At times you read something so amazing, it leaves you searching for words to voice your expression of it. Adding a redundant WOW!….sometimes less is more in the realm of praise 🙂
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wow has always been my favorite comment
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“for the pounding liquid hammers in my vascular head”… really enjoyed reading this line – and it became even more powerful when said aloud! I enjoy the sharpness of this poem; it really cuts into the tongue as you speak it.
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I greatly appreciate your thoughtful comments
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thank you for linking my poem with your readers
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