everything you say about hurt is a lie,
I know there are never enough words,
not words still dry, still complete,
a gutted lexicon slips into the flooded chasm
between want and fulfilment,
dissolving into platitudes as it pleads ;
see, to explain hurt, you have to explain everything,
but everything is a lattice of unhealed scars that
re-patterns incessantly in the darkness of ache,
always changing, always erasing;
everything is tiny fragments that congeal
into a living, writhing organism,
its heart beating outside your heart,
its breath warming inside your breath;
always growing, always imploding;
everything is a cloudy sky that forgot
the smell of rain,
everything is the memory of hurt
that whispers your drowning name,
everything is never really yours to tell,
whatever you say about hurt is a lie;
yet we will nod and weep, even smile a little,
and the lie will grow soft, glistening wings,
become a silver truth in the empty night sky,
no longer birthed from our silent eyes
that stare out of blurry window panes
at our sodden clothes,
walking that day
in the after wet of a summer shower,
the warm rain locked forever
in the black of a closed umbrella.
We can never truly “understand” what the hurting one is experiencing because his/her history of everything is not the same as ours. Powerful write!
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Precisely..thanks so much Bryan!
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Stunning images here so beautiful!
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Thanks Bekkie.
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A lot of meaning and depth, yet there is a melodious, lyrical quality to this poem. I could see this working very well as a song.
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Thanks so much Marina. I must read it again with that in mind 🙂
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everything is tiny fragments that congeal
into a living, writhing organism,
its heart beating outside your heart,
our silent eyes
that stare out of blurry window panes
the warm rain locked forever
in the black of a closed umbrella.
Was especially grabbed by the above. Delicious!
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Thanks so much Nan.
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Love the flow of words, which draws the reader forward, wanting to read the next line of verse and stanza that follows. Am told, within every lie, there is truth, if one is willing to look for it.
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Indeed! Thanks so much Therisa.
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My favorite part is the 3rd stanza Thotpurge ~ Unhealed scars burrow deeply, underneath all the lies ~ Love your share ~
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Thanks so much Grace.
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Impressively lyrical for a poem that is also so ambitious and dense with ambition and meaning. For me, the strongest write of the evening sofa…
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Thank you Scott. Much appreciated.
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These lines are so full of pain I can feel it::
‘everything is a lattice of unhealed scars that
re-patterns incessantly in the darkness of ache’,
And then those final lines are so cinematic.
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Thank you Kim. 🙂
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The pain is real…and sometimes we rely on lies to deal with it.
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That’s so true. Thank you Lynn.
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The angst is virtually tactile. A moving piece.
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Thanks so much Beverly.
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Life does serve up challenges & hurt is usually on the menu. But emotions, some say, are our gift, something integral to this plane of existence. A deep & dark poem, yet there is a smearing of introspection, a yelp of egress that echoes out to the sunlit shadowless places. I like your line /unhealed scars that re-pattern incessantly in the darkness of ache/.
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Thank you Glenn. Much appreciated.
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I can relate to this poem and you dig deep into the core of hurt and pain with your feelings and imagery. Brilliant how you work that closed, black umbrella into capturing how we can hold onto our heartaches.
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Thanks so much. Glad you liked it.
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To me the sensation of numb to pain is very much the same as lies… a black umbrella can be much the same.
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everything is a cloudy sky that forgot
the smell of rain,
everything is the memory of hurt
that whispers your drowning name
Beautifully wistful!
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Thanks Sanaa 🙂
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“everything is a cloudy sky that forgot
the smell of rain,”
Simply gorgeous. So many images and memories wash over me.
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Thanks so much Carolin.
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