I want to write
my way out of this feeling.
The feeling wears its best leaden shoes.
*
Though she is a breath
made of stone, she notices
how yellow the jonquils.
March 14, 2012 by Rosemerry
I want to write
my way out of this feeling.
The feeling wears its best leaden shoes.
*
Though she is a breath
made of stone, she notices
how yellow the jonquils.
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Clever the way the title and number of poems and subject converge to speak the same language. “She is breath made of stone” says it all, though the color contrast is nice, like the “best leaden” — so full of disparity.
ah, so glad the title came through, thanks for making that note. I was wondering if it would …
Once again, anon mentioned the same lines I was going to. (Is a person stealing from you, if they use your lines before you do?) ;~)
“I want to write/my way out of this feeling.” Oy vey, have I been there. Can you say, “Yesterday”? To be in whatever flavor of darkness and come to the open page, wanting to either write about it to the point that the day’s dæmos are killed by exhaustion, or to write about something so “other” that they go away because you’re ignoring them. Either case, and in many other ways, I find myself “a-writed” due to my writing.
Due to its imagery, your poem’s final stanza is reminding me of Sandra Cisneros’, You Called Me Corazón:
That was enough
for me to forgive you.
To spirit a tiger
from its cell.
Called me corazón
in that instant before
I let go the phone
back to its cradle.
You voice small.
Heat of your eyes,
how I would’ve placed
my mouth on each.
Said corazón
and the word blazed
like a branch of jacaranda.
jonquils as in narcissus? xoxoox
Ha! Didn’t occur to me, but there they are!
i googled it. 🙂