I am exhausted,
holding open my eyelids
feels like Atlas,
like triumph,
six wands,
my fingers clenched.
I am looking for my fire,
have you seen it
bathed in nighttime,
or perhaps,
crackling under your
ribs?
There is Death,
and she waits hopefully,
her sleek hair joining with rivers
of blood in my
bath tub.
I loved this one.
Death can ever and only be hopeful, because she has no power. You and I hold it all. And even if we surrender it, she still gains nothing. We merely become as powerless as her.
a hug from my heart to yours x
The style here is, as always, reminiscent of Plath’s work whilst also being your own personal and poetic statement. I’d even say your work is like Plath in the modern 21st Century age without being contrived or just a straightforward copy. Powerful stuff that grabs the reader and drags them into your vision.
The images with the rhyme scheme blend a microcosmic perspective to the wider scope of the outer macrocosm.
Amazing.
amazing compliment.
Sometimes staying awake to the world does feel like a titanic feat, or should I say oftentimes. [indirect] form of encouragement both in the literary and eschatological sense.
I find it hard to believe your that fire has ever been missing but if it has then I am glad you held on to it.
Death is enlightening
query- do you channel the suicidal feeling out through your poetry, so that you won’t act upon it?
well written, the words drop me into a mind movie that you’ve frozen in time that resonates within me
We all feel like this every now and again………… don’t lose hope…have faith hold on to life and find someone to confide in.
I have seen your fire, and keep your blood where it does the most good. It is a bitch to clean out of bathtubs after the fact, anyway. Trust me on that one.
Yes, of course I’ve seen your fire! It’s in your poetry.
How dare you!
Try and stop me!!!
I already have, apparently, or you wouldn’t be provoking me!
You’re right, now I just want to wait so you can SEE IT!
I’ll never see it because you aren’t dumb enough to it!
Oh, but I am dumb enough, and wise enough, that’s where you’re wrong, naysayer…
Fine, you are moron in your supreme wisdom!
And I am a goddess in my extreme stupidity! Kneel, vermin.
You are the patron goddess of stupidity if you expect me to kneel to anybody!
Life is an exhausting endeavor against the caress of Death, it is proper to make her wait forever if possible. Strong and good
I can relate to this quite strongly. Thanks for posting.
Lights out would be boring 😉
I shed a tear reading this….
I especially like the eyelid metaphore.
aaa! I know there’s no “e” at the end of “metaphor!” — I just looked it up.
There is also life..