Life is a stone we swallow down Day by day it turns our stomachs- undigested pain and regret The acid eats away the tender lining No bicarbonate can cure the reflux and we force it back down- a flood of sorrow that knaws, churns behind our smiles of denial, our proud stance of indifference, until the dam bursts tears and we are brought to ourselves in the dark, clutching the toilet in waves of nausea, vomiting hard chunks of anger and bitterness, our eyes bloodshot and swollen, our fists open and shaking Reduced to great fits of sobs, we are alone, only our pillow knows who we really are, it bears the weight of our grief We die asleep dreaming we are the stone in our mother's womb
Wow this one is as Paul says outstanding, it sits heavy with the writers and readers anguish and pain intermingling as it is read and unlike most deep poems of this nature lingers in the mind long after reading.
"Until the dam bursts tears and we are brought to ourselves in the dark" Isn't it ironic that it's allways in pain, depression, and darkness that we find out who, and how we really are. Why is there allways a well lighted road into the darkness and only a barely visible pathway to the light? Excellent, Wish I could express my feelings as well as you. Great poetry. Pierre.
Dearest Lin, this is powerful and clever! The analogy of life's pain as tangible ills ... we swallow down ... holding a 'proud stance of indifference..until the dam bursts tears and we are brought to ourselves'. Well done ... But, please feel my cyber hug of care!!
Love Suzie xox :-)
Sounds like you ate something that didn't sit well with u. Very interesting poem with very interesting insights. The last stanza is what makes this poem work. "We die asleep dreaming, we are the stone in out mother's womb. This is sublime and transcendent at the same time.
Cheers
Alain
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Peace and Love,
Carolyn
Felix
Another outstanding write. I love your ability to reach into the soul of a person.
Tami
Well done You penned it to perfection...wish I wrote this!!
Love Tinka
Love Suzie xox :-)
Cheers
Alain